I am the ocean.
All day people come and visit me. At least, that is what I like to think. Correction, all day people come and visit the beach. It is just a coincidence that I am the ocean. I see families come and go, I give shelter to the fish. I am very important. Yet people still pee in me. It is like people don’t even care about what controls the ocean. It is like people don’t think it is disrespectful to pee in the ocean. But yet again why would they? The ocean is not a living thing it just holds living things. That is what they all think. I wish I was them, up on the sand having fun. I wish I could make new friends and live life to the fullest. But I can’t. All I can do is playfully splash people. Then they go home. They all go home. The sun sets and everything is still and silent. And repeat, over and over again. They come and they leave. They play, laugh, kiss, and cry. All day people come and visit the beach it is just a coincidence that I am the ocean.