I know you feel it again; the waves are sidling up. I know you can feel the water rising up your neck, covering your lips, filling your nose. This sea that you tried to freeze, to contain is dissenting and now it's rising. You can feel yourself drowning. And you want so badly to let go. Don't you ever get a break or a moment to be off duty or a second to not be cool or funny or witty? You could wrap this sea around you like a blanket, pull it over your head and just sleep for a while because what you were didn't follow you in dreams. There you become a swirl of fuzzy colors and moving scenes, dizzying faces with asynchronous voices.