The Ocean Beckons
The violence of the ocean beckoned me with every crash against the edifice. Deep blue turned to foamy white, a purification process that was deeply appealing. My body would be just as viscous as water if I did leap down to encounter the jagged rocks. My thoughts- which have the habit of spinning in circles- were only of the ocean, they almost propelled me forward. I had to sit down to contain my urge. These moments were as close to happiness as I get; I felt suspended in time and space, I felt comfortable in a microcosm of my thoughts. Nobody ever has access to anyone's true thoughts and this is the greatest freedom, one of the few freedoms I had left. Knowledge and understanding is true power, I kept telling myself, so do not give up.
