Oh, the ocean rolls us away, away.

I love love love the ocean. It's so mysterious and just beautiful. Like, I wish I could sit on a beach all day and watch the waves curled up in a blanket. I'm not talking about like the Bahama kind of beach. I mean the Maine kind of beach or the North California coast beaches. The dark and scary beaches. The dark sand and the grey foam of the water stealing sea shells from the shore and replacing them with sea weed. The kind of beach that's cold and has boulders. The kind of beach that has huge cliffs that some depressed person might jump off of and take his own life. The kind of beach where you can't see past your ankles. Where you don't know where the shore starts or where the ocean ends. You don't know what creatures are lurking underneath the grey foam. It's the beach where the gulls are crying and hissing not singing. The kind of beach where you go to find salvation and serenity, not white sandy beaches and clear water. The sea is such a scary place. I know this sounds horribly depressing but dying in the sea seems like such a calming way to die. Just to jump off that cliff and fall in and just hold your breath until you go numb. You could just float to the bottom where you belong for the rest of eternity. It just seems so calming.