My deep ocean

The people walks through the school halls. Walking so fast, without paying attention to the other people. Some of them are walking with company, talking together. Another ones, are just walking in silence, alone. Each one of them, drifting in their own ocean of thoughts. Love, friends, problems, mistakes, complexes... A lot of little drops that form the gray water of their oceans. I'm lost in my own ocean too. It's not called Mediterranean, but it's name starts by the letter “M” too.

My mind go blank. My ocean is looking at me. His way of looking at me, without avert his eyes of myself, provoke me shivers. Now, my mind is a mess.

So deep. It scares me. But the fear makes me feel alive. I want to dive myself on  my ocean.