Rather monotonous, 
Each wave crashes into the shore 
A perpetual cycle of promising, 
then withdrawing away into your conscious 

I thirst, 
You flood me. 
I hold you close 
You draw away. 

Saltwater through my hands, 
its water makes me yet thirstier concaving and shape-shifting, 
slipping away yet again. 

No light do I see, 
only stars scattered across the canvas of the night, 
glistening with a tint, 
puncturing the darkness of the sky 
I walk on. 

Rather monotonous, 
Each wave crashes into the shore 
The tides are higher now, 
Waves crashing harder than ever before 

Under the artwork of the night, 
I quietly write my discourses in the dark.