______: quiet, calm

a chaotic energy, a chaotic sound.

My body cleansed by the salt air,

like the layer of fear and rationality has been vanished by the vapor in my lungs.

Nothing makes sense about it,

but it doesn’t scare me like the unknown normally does.

There’s something about the sound,

something about the coolness around.

I am filling and being filled.

In and apart of this…

this atmosphere.

I am drawn to it, to where I am meant to be;

It just feels right.

I walk.

Footsteps on unmade glass,

a clear path.

My toes squish and sink,

but I feel arissen.

I can feel the rising sea.

I can see:

water at my feet,

burying my ankles,

water at my waist,

getting closer to my face,

closer to my peace.

And in my vision there is no drowning,

no water filling my lungs.

I just join,

become apart,

like ice melting in a glass of water.

And I am nothing and no one,

but everything and all.

I am quiet; I am calm.

I am a chaotic energy, a chaotic sound.

Into the Ocean

And into the ocean, I ran into you.

You filled my lungs with you overbearing saltiness. The warmth of your waters caressing my skin as I drown in you. Then I am coughing once again gasping for air. “I learned my lesson,” I tell myself. But when your waves reach my feet resting in the sand I feel that warmth, that comfort and home I had found within you.

And into the ocean, I ran into you.

With the result of a confused kind of love growing deeper than the depth of your very being. I fell in love with every crash, tumble, and current, which struck me harder than anything else imaginable. Each time I came out more breathless and desperate to be apart of you. I’m coughed up the memories, which cooled once they hit the air, but the warmth remained deep in my body and soul, permanently there, leaving a craving, an addiction, for more.