I dreamed of the ocean. There was no gentleness – only ferocity.
I tumbled through the ater and struggled to breath, but i did not panic. The waves breaking over the beautiful. Every minute detail of the water was crystaline – light, dark, droplets, currents, sensations, sounds, an array of color. I felt as through i would wash out to sea but instead was continually pushed back onto land. Again and again i returned to the surf longing to somehow become the water.
Finally, i walked up a dune. When i stopped to look back the scene was deeply sad and lonely. Soon i realized that the water was following me inland.
The sound of the surf grew louder.
Via: Phases Magazine
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