The power of the ocean,
It stings a good bit when it sprays you in the face.
When you catch sight of your true reflection, in the pool between the rocks, between the breaks…
And you see this old man who you thought outgrew these childish self centered daydreams. And it always happens when you are alone, with no reprieve for at least a confession.
Who do you apologize to, or is it everyone?
When in the splash in the face, you see a certain ugliness reflected from your soul, showing in your features only made worse by age.