It’s like a sea—relax and you will float.

Laughing was heard and smiles were made. The sunny afternoon became brighter.

However, if you do not know how to swim, drowning is a tendency.

But underneath the white silk was a black veil that covered the empty talks.

Small waves are no harm.

White is part of black.

Strong waves could hit and put you down.

Promises, stories, things too good to be true made up the dirty, destructive veil.

 “I promise” said the calm sea.

It was all good until the storm came.

The storm that did not end