wavvves in formless
- July 18, 2014, 3:20 p.m.
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written on paper, transcribed here:
Here I am, face to face with the sea. Constant rumbling tension. It never really moves but is always changing. It is warm, the air lingering softly around my shoulders. The sand feels warm, like human skin. The ocean a blue gray hue, a mourning song of crashing waves.
The ocean makes me so small, it makes everyone small. Standing at the edge, it becomes an infinite truth. The turmoil of constant crashing waves takes away my anger, my anxiety.
I want to be driftwood, shaped and smoothed lovingly by the ocean, tossed and turned and made into something new, barnacles growing in my crevasses, seaweed caressing me gently.
mellisonant ⋅ July 18, 2014