This ocean is a large one. This deep blue body of misfortune, lies, and despair absorbs anyone who strays to far from their path. Those who linger on lost loves, those who can't move on, those who abuse and trick the innocent, those who regret, everyone ends up in this ocean eventually. You float for days, weeks, months, sometimes years, without a moment to breathe; you drown and sink deeper into this black, silent hell. No matter how strong your will, no matter how big your wall, no matter who you are, this ocean will drag you into its never-ending maelstrom and crush you, once you get caught in the storm there's no easy way out.

In the beginning you can hear the other people's cries, their screams of sorrow, you can connect to them and as you sob; your tears only make the ocean bigger. Those still alive, the ones with their head above the water, will always try to reach out and grab the sinking. It is in their nature to try and grasp the quickly fleeting life, they desperately need someone to grab onto before they can no longer keep themselves afloat; the sinking are the easiest prey to confide in. You throw out your hand, someone grabs it, your friend maybe, family member, your lost love, you have no choice but to feed the ocean with your grief and make this maelstrom larger. You grab on with all the strength left in your drained soul, and quickly you find that you cannot be pulled back up by anyone. After this realization you have no choice but to release that friendly, loving arm, wanting to drag you back up to the surface; the pain is too great.

Soon you stop listening to the cries of the others; everything becomes silent as you sink slowly into your own depth of this watery tomb. You slowly drain, becoming a shell, and as you cry your emotions leave you, seeping into the darkness forever. You sink farther and farther until you're long forgotten, until nobody can remember your name or reach you. Eventually you stop crying, but as soon as that happens you also stop everything else. That blank expression on your face, that emotionless body, those cold dark eyes; forever falling. You can never reach the bottom, for this ocean never ends, and it will take everything you ever had or once enjoyed.

Floating alone in this dark, silent place, you lose your way. Straying farther along the path that got you stranded in this depth to begin with. You had a life once. You had a family, you had wonderful friends who had your back every step of the way, and you even had that one special person that made you shine brighter than every star in the night sky. That light is long gone now, you can no longer remember what color it shone, how bright it was, or why it made you what it did. Those people aren't with you as you sink, nobody can reach you.

Eventually you sink so deep you can begin to find a faint light. You'll follow that light with every ounce of will you have left; you'll call out to it, remembering those terrible emotions you banished forever ago. Those tears will begin to flow again as you feel the warmth of that light on your face, and as you reach out and push through that light, blinding all your senses and making you numb and impervious to pain, you'll forget about that cold, dark, lonely ocean. Through that light a hand will reach out, there is no face, only a gentle reach grasping onto you.

You all know who grabbed onto you, who made you shine the way you did, who saved you from those depths of hell. Eventually we will all fall again though, as that person pulls us from the ocean we find ourselves falling in the sky, with that gentle light holding on to us as we fly.

We all fall.