The ocean of you.

I have flooded my life of so much inadequacies of piling insecurities.

Adept only at my initiatives that tops what begins and never stops at the height when I quit.

Overconfidence is all I hear,

none of support I see,

Yeah sure optics are there but what kind of things I have always felt that tip of words that never stops and ends always when relapses comes and goes.

Flash forwards of all tommorows,

you are here and we hear each other cry.

We two try for the sake of our own cake.

Only the ocean of self I hear, see and taste

from the love we bare for each other.

Only one seed that makes us more alive than dead within our sea of life,

existing to struggle days on together.