Finally something recently written: Sediment of Sentiment The ocean of my soul rains constantly down a steady fall of debris, the sediment of sentiment. It meets the bottom, far from the turbulence of the raving waves of my surface emotions; lays still, compressing, the formation of new layers; the bedrock building up over the years, forgotten. Maybe someday they will uplift, an orogeny of the spirit, exposing to the world my buried fossils of feeling that lie hidden in my layers. but then they'll only be broken, eroding into new sand and silt set to settle again in the sea. *orogeny: the process of mountain building
I love the metaphors you used in this. Great choice of words too. I feel it, and I can relate to these feelings.
something bothers me about "raving waves" i feel like it should be "raging waves" but at the same time i really like the phrase "raving waves" so yeah...i suppose you can just cast this comment aside sorry :&
