I don't know what time it is. I lay on the sandy beach looking out towards the black sea. Within it are countless unknowns that no man has ever laid eyes on. Unimaginable horrors are contained deep under what we mortals consider to be a motionless ocean of water. Underneath the visible surface shown by the great ball of plasma lie beings that have never experienced the light from the sun. Not their father, not their mother, not whatever they have split off from. They originate from a bloodline whose ancestry goes back thousands of individuals who also lived their lives in darkness. They were born in the nothingness and they have always stayed in the nothingness. They have fought giant battles for survival that weeded out their weak. Deep below are terrifying monsters that, once we manage to kill each other, will rise and once again lay their claim to what was always theirs. While the fiends currently clash I sit here on this barrier between land and sea. I sit here alone. Alone as always. Unless you count the lovely woman I have met. It appeared as if she came floating toward me with her arms spread wide. We hugged and exchanged our stories with one another. She spoke to me of her life as a book writer who found no success and thus turned to becoming a book critic. She spoke to me of her family. She spoke of her mother who died of cancer while she was in high school. She spoke of her father who turned to drink. 'He wasn’t a violent drunk just a useless one' she said. She spoke of her trials of maintaining a full time job while going to school to become a doctor. She spoke of being unable to keep up with her school work and failing to finish her degree in biochemistry. She spoke of her father who returned sober and with a paying job who assured that she could go back to school. She spoke of achieving her English degree and her wish of writing novels that would forever change the world of literature. She spoke of her father's funeral that was attended by hundreds. She spoke of her tears for he was also claimed by that monster that dared to take her mother. She spoke of her resulting depression and spiral into that same addiction that once plagued her father. She spoke of finding a true love that helped her overcome her demons. She spoke of everything that he meant to her and everything that they would do together. She spoke of her honeymoon trip to this coast that I sit on. She spoke of finding those text messages and photos of other women. She spoke of her pain and anger. She spoke of her confrontation with her once true love. Then she spoke of her fall, the jagged rocks and towering waves. Once her tale was done she floated back into that deep bottomless thing. I picked up my diary and begun to write.