DO NOT STAND AT MY GRAVE AND WEEP

Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow. 
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

-Mary Elizabeth Frye

Blue

'If you never have been there then you wouldn't know what it's like', right? 

We all have bad times and we blame ourselves too often thinking 'It was my fault and...' .It never stops. So we will be thinking till 4 in the morning or worst, we never sleep. Labyrinth. That's what it is called. Chasing for an answer that we assume will be in our heads like chasing a lost ghost in a cemetery without any trace of footprints. 

We're like pirates with a huge ship but without a map. So keep sailing around an Ocean of thoughts, hoping a message in a glass bottle will appear in front of us and pray that it is the answer to our adventure. But no, that's not it. We were too late. The transparent glass bottle got swallowed by the Ocean because it felt selfish. Selfish because people have been poisoning the Ocean for years. Chemicals of all sorts from ignorant and naive bastards.

Let me ask you a question. Have you seen an Ocean cry before?

No

No? Because it is always hidden by the colour navy blue of itself, the colour exactly like the tears of the ocean. So no one knows the pain.