the waves crashing 

alone, I'm in the middle, 

the eye of the storm,

floating then sinking,

tear tracks fading into the water,

gasping for air

reaching for an up that isent there,

down the shell of what i once was goes,

into the depths

never to be found-

oh, look, surface

and a bottle,

all that's left is sand and a cracking bottle, 

filled with a storm of feeling 

waiting for the day 

the day it can break.

- feelings?, by Nyx