This is a poem yet a story. There are perfect skies, sandy beaches, the hue and cry of tourists, hustlers and sea-birds. There is an abandoned hotel where you can check in and check out whenever you want. This is a story of being missing. Of surviving. Of seeking the missing piece. The missing peace....And like the ocean, there is an undercurrent, often hidden, yet a strong force. Sometimes this energy can pull you under. It is easy to disappear.