when i hit the bottom and the rocks pulled at my skin like they had missed a long forgotten friend. and they pushed themselves against me, jut up from the place the earth ends.. foreign objects against familiar skin. it was a sign of longing as they reminded me what it felt like to be swept against them in a current i could not control. to know that no matter how much i dug i could never get any lower because this was the bottom. and they whispered to me how they missed me and they were wondering where i had been. and how they always knew i'd be back.