My throne upon wet stones. Waves crashing making me get lost. Howls of violence outside stop me dead in almost silence. No one would follow me to where I could go. Time, I banished. Seconds…minutes…hours, the same to me. Still, it fought back with the tides. Afraid the ocean will swallow. Strangle and take. I struggle to leave, for this is the real I’ve felt til now. Even if death is where I’ll be alive.