The ocean room

There is a room in my heart without a key. The door leads to the ocean... It is warm inside my room and sometimes it rains. The winds turn the soft and wet sand underneath my feet into a path. The wild ocean waves never made it to your shore. My room is empty without you. The tides come and go as the years go by. We live and breathe the ocean but once.

Photograph courtesy of Intuitive Composition