A cliff
This is supposed to be my happy place
Full of memories that make me smile
Full of deep conversations and new understandings
As I sit here today
I feel unreal
I feel as though nothing is real anymore
The connections made here mean nothing
Instead of a smile
I’m greeted with numbness
More so time has stopped in this melancholy state
Peace is no longer a friend in this state
I am left with memories of hopeful nothings
The waves no longer calm me
Instead the meaning has been replaced
Of how easily each wave is manipulated by its surroundings
Conforming to the rocks lining the shore
With a simple adjustment of the moon
Everything changes
From high tides to low tides
Manipulated by the forces miles away
Falling over itself
Crashing into each wake
Never fully flowing in a singular direction
But furiously slamming into a wall
Stuck in a constant loop