Waves

The eternal, infallible mountain tops and craters of the waves. I float adrift, my emotions float beside me. They rise up, glowing with love, shouting their faith in it for all to hear, their voices echoing across the water. And then the inevitable lull, the mountain abandons us, and we sink into a valley. My emotions grow dull, colorless, almost disappearing against the dark ocean. I hold my breath and start to fall below the waters surface. My will to float dissentegrates and my body folds inwards and I am no longer buoyed up. Just when I am about to welcome the cold water above my head, the swell returns. I am slowly inched upwards, the wave lifting me up, high above the water and I can see all around me. And my emotions beside me start to chirp with energy, and the wave carries me like a trophy, its pride immersing me. I am ecstatic again, feeling as though nothing can bring me down. Then the mountain recedes, and I descend into the depths again.