I feel like an empty shore inside my head.

My thoughts are like the loud waves, gushing and clashing on the walls of my brain.

Do they want to come out?

It’s an empty shore above.

Quiet, yet noisy;

numb, yet surprisingly alive.

Can there be such a state?

The one with two extremes?

I think so, I think.

That’s part of the beauty of a human’s existence.

The amount and variety of things that we get to experience is unimaginable; it’s beautiful

(and scary at times).

The empty shore is as empty as the bottle of wine I had on December 20th.

The empty shore is as deserted as the icecream tub I had on the night when I decided to give up trying.

Tired of fixing things- within and around me.

“What’s the point?”, I thought.

“No one’s watching, I can give up. And rest.”

So I did.

Built a shack on the empty shore, and did what I wanted to do- Rest.