Two worlds that will never meet. Similar in culture and style, the qualities that lye on the surface. Separated by thought and desire, the characteristic of independence that moulds my true personality.
There will never be an understanding. The ocean will always remain an ocean, its current will continue to try and pull me back. The sand will remain the sand; an image of my future longing to become a reality. Close enough to touch yet too far to possess.
There will have to be a storm. There is no other way. The waves will crash against the strength of the currents until the ocean collapses and looses the battle. The waves will then dance as they join the sand.
It is my life. I know what I want. I know what I need. It will be mine. I decide. No one can change that because that's just how it is.
So I leave the ocean with 2 possibilities.
Either accept it, or leave.