I Like to Write About How I Feel

Sometimes people look nice. Others everybody disturbs me. Sometimes I think I should be discreet and not let my thoughts be known. Other times I feel like shouting loud. Sometimes I have a thirst for knowledge. Other times I want to be a complete ignorant.
I am not a sea. I am an army of seas. Seas with huges waves, quiet seas. Seas with crystal clear waters, seas full of dirt, Seas with waves moving forward, seas with waves moving backwards. One day all seas with huge moving forward filthy waves may come together and create the greatest tsunami. Will that day come? Has it already come and left castaways? No answer.