The sea that holds millions of creatures, still discovering new ones each day. Filled with boats, animals, ice, and water, yet feeling empty. With each of my waves crashing on the hot sand, millions of grains but each just as lonely as I am. Surrounded by many but only one to live on their own.

I plead each day to find another, to not go each day alone. I search for miles and months just to see if theres anyone else but I only see me. I take care of others but have no one to take care of me, no one to care, or show compassion. I am the lonely bering sea. Many travelers but none stay for more than a day, to have the feeling of another near by.