Gratification

I stand looking down upon crashing waves

Battering against the rocks,

Chipping away at it,

Changing it slowly over great spans of time.

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Ocean spray splashes up the sides,

Sparkling like crystals as they touch my face,

Thrilling me even as my skin prickles from the cold.

Then it all vanishes a moment in gentle silence,

Leaving me wet and alone on the cliff.

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It's scary waiting for the thrill of the white ocean spray

To wash over me

Again.

I never know when it will happen or how.

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It's never the same sensation.

The same feeling.

Yet somehow, I find joy in it.

In uncertainty ,

In unpredicted

Fulfillment.