My sight sleeps on the ocean's floor.

Always look for the good in the worst of situation.

It's been two days and I am yet to see the good in my present predicament.

Well maybe it's because I can't really see.

Haunted all morning to take a swim, I was the first to get ready.

I was leading the flock to a destination i'm igorant of.

Finally, we were led there by someone else.

The tides were high, but I enjoyed been tossed about.

Soon I grew tired and retired from the water and was walking the shores.

They that remained seemed to be enjoying themselves and wanting to be apart of it I jumped back in.

Two lasting laughs and two overpowering tides soon left my heart bleeding tears.

I was under the water, bearly breathing.

I was searching for my sight that had fallen off my face.

But had to make a decision and fast.

Do I continue feeling for my sight and cease to breathe; Cease to exist?

Or do I leave my sight wrapped up or under the raging tide and feel my way to life?

I decided on the latter.

We stayed for hours hoping that my sight would ride home to me on the waves, but while it might have, a glimpse of it was all that was had, yet not by me.

For even though I tried I couldn't see my sight if it were staring me in the eyes.

As if to tempt and tease us, the waves octopussed it and brought it home with it..

I returned on the eve of the morn to see if the sea were kind enough to return my sight to me, but it was a sightless hope.

So here I am, two days later, mourning the loss of my sight that sleeps on the ocean's floor.