why are words so hard to put together

The compulsions come crashing over me, like waves onto the shore.

In the blink of an eye, the moment is gone. The ocean is still, and my lifeless body is washed ashore.

Tears roll down my face, but I cannot move. They say the universe conspires to help you, but maybe not in mine.

I can only wish that the ocean roars once again, and takes me someplace where I am finally free.