an endless , unknown, spiral, black hole.
. the moon putting it’s soft yellowish rays as a spiral loop. no one really knowing how deep it really gets. endless, isn’t it? it’s a secret we’ll never know the truth of. a black hole at night. that’s the ocean. you could say a spiral of feelings. death here wouldn’t look pretty. falling and falling, you suffocate and suffer; just going down and down: you hear the voices around you asking you if you’re okay. But maybe, it’s just cloudy feelings. maybe the ocean was once a person maybe, (though it’s not.) it was loved, and happy: well till it wasn’t. no one loved it. it just wanted revenge. the morning moon is just it’s old happy self.