With increasing speed, it comes and goes. Then it comes again. They come in waves. One sudden gush. That wave does two things. One, it sweeps everything in its stride upshore; Two, it carries whatever upshore back into the sea. With different feelings everyone views the wave from a different angle. Sometimes you think you can handle it, there's light at the end of the tunnel. But there are times, the light may just be flickering. However bleak the chances are, you hope you can make it before the light extinguishes, but you know deep inside its rather impossible.

The wave, its really quick. It disappears fast. It clears up what you left behind, but it brings a whole lot of problems yet again. Not to mention, the same problems may appear again. Up and down, there and again. Sometimes you feel like they dont disappear. Also, there are some things that you hope would not disappear. The wave chooses. The chance, you grab it. The problems, you solve it. If not, they just keep coming back.

Accumulating.

There's nothing else we can do. Sit and wait. Hold out your hand. Grace that fucking occasion. No matter how screwed. The night is darkest just before the dawn.