god: i own you like i own the caves.
the ocean: not a chance. no comparison.
god: i made you. i could tame you.
the ocean: one time, maybe. but not now.
god: i will come to you, freeze you, break you.
the ocean: i will spread myself like wings. i am a billion tiny feathers. you have no idea what’s happened to me.
I spend so much of my life trying to not be a mess and trying to be a competent human being and failing horribly.