I have been sitting waiting for the light.
Not knowing when it will hit me that the time is right.
I walk into a sea that was not filled with creatures.
It held the desire that were lost in the depths of my mind.
This is the start of a new chapter, yet I still cannot write.
I know this is the beginning, but it seems I have been here before.
When does the wind stop blowing and the sea starts to part?
I see it soon, but what does that mean anyway.