I have always loved the ocean. It is such a peaceful place where one can let his own thoughts wander. 

The Ocean 

I felt the sand crawling between my toes 

finding space in what I thought was hopelessly left unfinished 

and every step I took 

left footprints on the ground 

just long enough

as if it wanted to say “Hey I was here too“ 

before it was washed away by the wave of the ocean 

as if it never existed 

When I was little I had always loved the ocean 

I loved the ocean as I loved people 

and sometimes I wondered 

if we don‘t all have an ocean inside of us 

there is a wave comforting us when we cannot find sleep at night 

when the boy broke the heart 

just long enough 

for you to hold your breath under the water

until you find yourself moving up again 

breathing 

with the taste of salt in your mouth 

that not only came from the water of the ocean 

but from the pearls 

that can shine so bright in your face

if only you would let them 

The end of an ocean 

cannot be seen by the eyes  

and sometimes the fear of the unknown finds its space 

between every wave 

when it whirls you around 

leaving you with an uncertainty over where up is  

and where down 

but only if you hold on long enough will you realize that 

there will never be an up without a down 

and no down will exist without its up 

as every storm is followed by a peaceful silence 

Today I took a walk on the beach 

I felt the sand crawling between my toes 

and just in time I found a shell on the ground 

that appeared broken on one side 

but whose hole made a beautiful pattern 

and as I put the shell to my ear 

the ocean told the story 

of how divers 

diving for treasures have always returned empty to the shore 

but souls getting lost in its depth 

listening endlessly to its melody 

returned with hands full of treasures 

leaving marks that will no longer be erased 

as they found themselves 

in the oceans hidden depths

after all, aren‘t we all diving after our own beautiful broken treasures?