Journal 7: Pastiche based on Death paragraph

Then Anna began to imagine the idea of Love. Love that fantastical feeling of ocean pouring onto the grains of sand on the beach. The huge waves blown into every direction like a paintbrush flowing across a blank page. Why would Love need protection when tehre is so must heartache? He looks upon the cold water flowing to every stream. Contemplating the power of the great waves crashing agaisnt the rocks, awaiting a ship to arise in the dusk. He lingers with every moment, before the sun peeks up above the mountains. Staying there, listening, watching, waiting. Anna was suseptable to feeling the rush of waves crashing agaisnt her walls preparing a defense. She felt magical but confused. Oh John! He ought to conceive the emmotions he is causing. He offered a man to sail to her but Anna refused. The doctor proved to cure aching, but he couldn't cure such a feeling. It enfolded her pulling her deep beneath the surface. She knew that this feeling would overtake her but not with such entity. She truely believed it. Everyone told her otherwise but she persisted. And then if they were fallacious she would be adheared to the Originator.  People who woud challenge to walk on the sea did not return then. Simply resided on the shore awaiting. Jealousy, that ship hidding in the darkness, had set sail once again.