And so, I give in...

The tide turns... waves crash by... I stand here watching helplessly.. Do I even want to try and escape? Not...

Who knew? Storms dont call and say.."Hey! Guess what?! I am gonna visit again!" And would it really matter even if I knew? Would running away after locking up my home help? Wouldn't it be sitting there waiting for me to come back, like a bugging clingy guest from Timbuktu? Yeah, it would. So I stand here.. Because running away is tiring.. Because at the end of the day, it would still be lurking around waiting for me... Because, it doesnt seem to matter anymore..

So I give in.. It wouldnt help to put up a fight... It never did.. The waves take me in, easy and sure... They have enough experience of doing that.. So they carry me along, and I float.. No struggling here.. They know I wouldnt... Turbulent waters can do that to me..

And then I wait.. Wait for the other side.. Wait for the time when they would throw me over the shore.. Like they always do.. Like they know I know.. But they made it clear.. They aint going to be easy on me this time around... It's gonna be a long wait...