I was once told all knowing, able to be felt and experienced love is as deep and vast as the ocean. I was then told I am stuck in the deep end of a pool. That my ability to fully love was limited to my physical self; and apparently unable to be fully received? Or simply not enough.
I don't know what's better; a warm sunny day, floating calmly on the surface of a pool. Or, lost at sea, trapped amongst the waves searching for land, desperate to be found before you drown.
Fuck you and your ocean, I'll be chillin poolside.