The Cliffs are alive. They whisper, They sing. They proclaim Their story, And it howls in the wind.
The wind is blowing Through my lungs, Casting my hair into my eyes. I breathe in the changing winds; Breathing in the changing times.
I can feel them like waves of darkness Approaching closer, closer, Hitting my body, causing me to Kick and struggle, underneath the Salty world of my emotions. The wave passes, I look up, tired, salty, But breathing. I will not drown.