Our land is nothing but wet, smells like chewed grass…My eyes are hunting the seconds on the clock…My chest is full of fears; just cannot breath in well, and breath out enough…Something is missing in this scene; could it be because of tides?

Yet there comes the tide of the silent sea…We are confused more and more…Who knows now where we came from, and where we’re going to?

Having slept just 4 hours, my eyeballs are not happy today, but who cares about that?!?
Last night, after 03:35, there was a far voice deep inside my brain:

Are you on the right way?
If your way doesn’t bring “Her” to you, that means you’re in the wrong direction…And whenever you realize this, just leave both “Her” and that way, immediately find the right direction…

You may be full of thoughts and answers for your very own questions…That’s why tides are for, right?
How about her questions and unanswered dilemmas, do you have something in your backpack for her, too?

Once the rainbow dissappears, that doesn’t mean the colors are lost forever…Tides know how to bring her back, as well as they took her away…

Tonight, just like all the other lonely nights, my feet are feeling the damp sand on the bottom…Sea has taken itself a little away from us…Yet we both hear the waves, and smell the iodine from this far…Darkness doesn’t let us see the sea, but it is right in front of us…Just like the happy rainbow up in the blue sky…We know it is up there, but our eyes are too poor yet to see the free sky…

I was just looking at this fantastic endless horizon line, to my eyes towards the end of my Ocean where the sea and the cloudless parliament blue skies meet each other…I was so myself anymore and the Ocean blinked at me all the way from the horizon line…The Sun was about to set down towards the back hills of sleepy mountains…Every living creature was getting a little bit tired and sleepy, except me…

This quick flash of a light could be one from the deck lights of a freighter ship, or could be a tired star falling from never ending high lands…But I believe this light was a miracle sign which took all my attention as well as my bored soul…I felt like I just woke up from a deadly sleep…

The Ocean came to me as I realized that I was a conscious self anymore, open and willing to receive all the eternal love and peace of the universe which I was promised…I guess I was chosen…

Since last Monday night I have been feeling like the most distinguished human on the entire earth…The Ocean captured me with its never changing scent…Her scent never changes but every each time I smell her and carry her scent to the deepest dungeons of my brain cells, she smells so different and unique…Every each time I take her inside my body through my nasals it feels like I am smelling her for the first time…

It has been just a week now since I met the Ocean…She came to me in my dreams first, then I chose to go and visit her by her shores…Now, it seems like it is the most impossible thing to leave this never ending and never fading beach of my Ocean…

It was the time, I was so thirsty…Actually, how could you fulfill your thirst with salty water? I could, because I knew before I was there by the sea that she is the only and eternal water source which I needed after all those hard times in life…it was just there in the eyes of the Ocean…I have been looking right in her eyes almost everyday since I saw her…Have I told you yet she is so shy? My Ocean even blushed when I tell her about my crimson dream the other night…Yet she listened to me and even replied…

Like the last 7 days I have been waiting, watching, admiring, sleeping, walking, eating, smiling, longing on this far beach…I am so far from being content yet of what I was given by the endless seas, but the Ocean tells me to be patient and just stay where I am standing still…She doesn’t let me jump in her cool water and swim and resurrect forever…

Yesterday I have thrown a pebble with the intention of catching her attention and today she gave me back some sea weed in return…I smelled the freshness and hope for some fish for the next time…She is so full of fishes, I know and I even saw big and most probably tasty fishes a few mornings ago…

It is almost dawn now and nothing but her changing colors are covering all my view…Really, why I was here, not sure…Only one hope I assume was keeping me waiting and waiting almost down on my knees and that is being a part of the Ocean…

Wherever she puts me in I know I will accept…The Ocean may choose to place me by the coral reefs or in the steepest holes where there is barely life, or she may choose to sit me just next to the seaweeds… I can strive the whirlpools in the wildest hurricanes, and I can fight with the monster octopus for her…Just the dream of being one day in the heart of the Ocean would keep me going on and struggling with all the questions of mind; especially to be, or not to be?

Of course I would like to be! To be her one and only lover…Alas, there is the foolish possibility that the Ocean is not aware of me, or she may be waiting for someone else to come by and stand by her…

The risk of not being able to feel the Ocean all over my body in and out sounds like the end of life, a start for the hell…But I don’t want to get burnt, all I need is the life of water and to get wet and stay there forever in the heart of the Ocean…

This is like being blessed…If I continue living the rest of my life with her, I feel for sure, She will make me live longer and longer as I protect her from the wilderness, from the unnecessary litters of the contemporary social madness…I know already, I will accelerate in creating art and literature…I will be drawing pictures of dreams and writing stories of legends only for her eyes…As I already started dreaming even before I met her, and as you read this short story, I know by my heart that any risk which will lead me to the end of this heaven is worth for the Ocean, because in every word I have dreamt of her love made me feel invincible within the moments we share with her…

Me, my naked self and the Ocean are sitting right in front of each other face to face…
She is looking right into my eyes, I cannot take my mind and my eyes of her…
Falling in love is another way of getting reborn…
My name could be forgotten so easily, but her name will be told forever and ever, until she realizes that she is so alone…
The heart of the Ocean only belongs to her real self, until she feels the touch of my naked self…