The surfing sound crashing the walls of my turbulent mind roared quite silent. The hollow of the wall thus seen, Had a life within, breathing still battling for its existence. The Sea God violent and stormy mended its currents, circle at the very heart, hitting my wall time and again.
Eroded, the thick walls of my mind, merged in the salty sea of tears, Aged further with the weight of ache. Strong, stronger and the heavier when weighed, will you calm down, just not to let the world laugh?