The rolling sea of those between.

Where the sand stops, there is a whole new world at large.

Everything collides.

The body mass of water rages with collision.

Nothing is its own.

Right down to cells, everything is a conversion. 

I let it take me in, give into the powerful waves that everything succumbs to.

I feel everything overflow into my body.

I blend into everything around me like an internal camoflouge.

I don't belong to myself and nothing belongs to me. 

My heart floods and sinks down out of the rush of everything hitting me at once.

I feel each beat as they come in time with the waves and everything melts.

I'm suddenly breathless as I'm overtaken by the crashing of everything together.

I'm floating but drowning in my mind. 

The thoughts all merge and I'm thinking everything at once.

It was as though the mother board of my mind was overrided by everything else.

Multi-tasking never became so much like a car crash. 

Passion and logic were thrown into the atmosphere and were to be as lost as 

I was in a never ending pool of water.

Everything sinks and I manage to stay up. 

I'm in the below the rainstorm tumbling down,

and above all of the rolling waves that take me to crash with everything else. 

Like mental communism,everything is equal.

But everything is loud and none of it makes sense because it's all in unison.

All of my mess was turning into a big ball of yarn

that got you tangled just staring into it.

The sea of my mind was a black abyss that stared you whole.

The weight under me was the equivalent in my lungs as I went under.

The weight held me down as I went below the surface. 

I wouldn't fight the storm because I was the storm now.

A mere teardrop in the sea's design.

I fell in and I had no  way out. 

The life of my mind left me as the breath left my lungs.

Everything was just as equal as the surface.

Two waves would make their way to each other and they crashed to even everything out. 

I was the wave and fell under, into the rolls of myself.

I see my wounds left and the salt cleans and burns them at once. 

I could no longer breathe. 

I felt the abyss in me swallowing any stationary thing like a twister.

Like a deer in the head lights, I had no where to run and

everything in my mind stopped. 

The life left me like a kick to my stomach so that I knew that I had nothing left. 

I couldn't see the raindrops anymore, 

but as I neared the ocean floor, I knew.

The crashing of the waves was intentional.

Anything that wasn't saved, did not exist.

The side was chosen for them.

Those in between were taken under.

Human dignity + compassion = Peace.