Cold Mind

I alone know what the sea contains, what lies hidden in the murk below where the light of the sun is banished. I know what waits in the darkness. I can still feel its mind, its cold, hungering will, feel it reaching out from the depths, striving to consume.

As I pass along the sandy coast, and as the surf withdraws, leaving its foamy trails, I stop and send my gaze out unto the dark and stormy horizon. There the waves rise, tall and terrible, their high peaks touching the pale and distant moon.

The surf comes up again to my feet, its shockingly cold touch stealing my breath. Again, that thing below reaches out for me, reaches for the light of my mind. The surf and the cold recede, but I know he’s there, hungry, lost in the deepest depths of the sea.