Shadow of the Ocean

Very often these days,
i find my head gets very heavy with the waters of my heart.
And in times like these I get queasy under the preeminence of these escalating tides.
Times when life passes some fleeting glimpse of some elusive glimmering object that holds so much providence in the depths of my heart.
And it feels like, in times like that, the depths of my existence come alive and rise up out of the concrete to commemorate the passing moment.
A ten story high wave, that if unleashed, would sweep me up, and wipe me away.
But instead..
is held up by forces in dispute with me,  and myself. Following on the heels of my feet like a ten story tall shadow.
A shadows who's contents can be anywhere between complete love and compassion,  and the darkest fathom of doom and nonexistence.
I guess that is normal for the life of every man or woman, to individually varying degrees.  The strings of the smallest chords are what holds his soul to him. And also the smallest strings the keep him apart,..
from all those things that are his heart.
And when some disturbance in the natural world occurs and these strings that hold him are even minutely plucked.
The ten story heart shivers and shudders in the longing to crash over the souls head. Wash it away into whatever into whatever realm the soul had felt for most.
The sorrow of loss. The anger of suffering. The longing for true love it had never been able to find.
The dreams and hopes of tomorrow.
All the depth of an ocean, sits there and wavers like a petrified tidal wave. Ten fathoms held up by constraint thinner than spiders silk.
But lungs will breath and eyes will blink,
And in the end releasing an oceans shadow is not such a good idea. A wise mind of the world knows that it cannot register fully the reality of a heart in a single heartbeat. And in a moment of real time, the ten story high Ocean will have reduced itself back to a superficial imprint in the succeding wake of a physical body.
Just a puddle on the sidewalk of life, in the grey stained rain of a regular day.

"Shadow of the Ocean"_A prose piece