He felt small, sitting on the moist rock, watching the ocean lash the rocks below him. The sky was dark and the clouds were haunting, and he wanted to escape. His bare feet were bleeding from the harsh texture of the rocks that dug into his skin. His clear blue eyes were red and he choked back the tears that were caused by everyone and everything around him. Fat rain droplets started to crash on his honey colored hair and his clothes began to be heavy and weighed him down. He laid down on the rock and pain was sent through his body like an electric shock because of the sharp edges stabbing into his back. He closed his eyes and he felt a rush of familiarization as the wind blew through his damp hair and the noise buzzed in his brain of the water splashing around, as if they were struggling to escape from something that was holding them back. This was home for him. This was always home for him, the music of nature in his ears, this is what he knew but he didn’t like it. His smile was fake, his laughter was forced, his hopes were fairy tales and his strength was weak. His tears rolled down his cheeks like small crystals glistening and dropping onto the rock, mixing with the rain. He stood up sloppily and looked below him into the ocean. He took a deep breath and jumped with all of his might down, to the ocean, and he hoped that there was going to be sunshine where ever he was going.