And from that moment, I had realized it was all coming back to me.

The senses have been evoked, a piece put back to place, another drifting apart, somewhere within the universe.

It pushed on in, and in a matter of time, rushed back out, as if afraid of the rough exterior. 

Broken down yet built up, layer upon layer, it crashes, then retreats.

Salty air, cold, brown eyes, the tide moves between fall and rise. My heart doing all but the same.

The oceanic blanket brushed my feet, tugging me towards the deep, blue depths, swallowing me whole. 

It would rush, knocking me on my face. I could only flutter at the sensitive lull. 

Breaking at the silence, bringing me out towards something I feel from time to time. This surf of yours.

A loud roar passes by, on occasions, even a lot of the times. It presses at my heart, pounding at the door.

It'll only be a matter of time before I drift into it again, something called love, something that never ends.