Beautiful Worlds

This is like the sea. I’m swimming in a search of shore. Through the heavy rains and the cruel summer’s sun, I kept on swimming. I can never drown because I kept on floating, even when I needed to rest. I continued to swim. Swam against the tide, I strive in great strength to reach there. Not knowing how does it looks like or how it feels like being there, I still dream of the white sands in my toes.

This is like the sea. And I’m still swimming to shore.