A guilty heart is silent,its pulse muffled by the secrets it keeps. While some believe confession can release a tortured soul,others view it as a sign of weakness. Because ultimately,whatever you say,however you feel about what you’ve done,it’s irrelevant, for the hand of death is equally unforgiving.
Growing up,my father said the ocean was a great escape. As time passed, I also learned that its expanse holds greater secrets and the ability to hold mine. And that like love,it is at its heart,fluid,powerful,and sometimes violent.But in its harshest reality,the ocean is a barrier,separating you from those you love.