And then I swim to surface only to get pulled back in the chaos of the new waves, emerging from these eyes longing to find within the heart: a desire, to see a ray of light amidst the hollow dark. Deepening with every new episode of this phenomenon called life where enough is never enough, where living is not living, where when you rise you fall. Could there be a way for this ocean to be calm? Or will it forever be my wishful thinking to breathe a spark?