Oblivious Horizon

 

I stood there, waiting for the roaring waves to engulf me. 

These waves always made me look out at the horizon, wondering how the end of the world would feel and look like. that might be bliss because the horizon is always bright, pulling me towards it. Sometimes, it pulls me towards it to end it completely, and at other times to start anew. It still is an oblivion to me and ambiguous as it seems.