Like a receeding tide, my bare soul lays exposed for all to see.
I'm embarrassed. Ashamed. Of all the sands of my time that I can't conceal or protect.
Instead, I find sanction in the deep seas of the ocean where no one dare explore.
As I hibernate beneath the blankets of time, I can do nothing but wait.
For they say time heals all, but when the ocean bed has been striped so bare of all it's beauty, how can it ever be the same again?
What will become of me.
No one knows, not even I.
