Confessions Of A Candyhol!c

Once, when I was 

about seven or eight,

I went to the ocean with my sister. 

And the ocean, 

big and blue, 

thought her so beautiful

that it embraced her,

like an old friend, 

until she too, became like a rock, 

at the 

bottom of the sea.

And I, passing by each day

in the morning,

felt the ocean’s dear hands,

pulling me in. 

Pulling,

pulling, 

lulling,

pulling,

Until I too, 

was a rock,

at the bottom of everything.