Emotionally buried

<< wrote this as I tried identifying with one inanimate object - that I could relate to (especially, since I come from water)  >>

You're a lone rock stranded at the edge of the sea. Buried deep in the sands of time, to stay still, for eternity.

No matter how hard you wish you could move, you're grounded. You ask the wind to blow you away; it sprays you with water.

You ask the sun to burn you to oblivion; it burns you till you crack... but no more.

You pray to be swept into the ocean, only to have moss and the like hold onto you tight. Crabs crawl over you, their pincers come and go as they please - and you itch to scratch them away.

Then comes the tide, bringing with it the one thing you wish you could shy away from. Emotions, feelings and memories, wave after wave, they hammer against your lifeless soul until you can drown no more.

Then it pulls back... Pushes so farther in that that it looks like a speck of blue out yonder.

And you begin to wonder: "How many moons need to pass before I delve deep into the abyss of nothingness again? "