Dreaming of sand, salt, sea
I don't know how long it took for me to settle in. To know that this, THIS was it. That moment, it doesn't just come with bells and trumpets. It creeps in quietly, like a summer storm. No, I didn't see it coming. It didn't happen quickly. In one moment, when the sea was pulling away from my toes only to come back and kiss them again, I knew. And, in that moment, I had no schedule, no time. I was one little dot. In the middle of nowhere. Just as the sea was washing over my chipped toenail polish, it was carrying pieces of me back out with it. Pieces, broken pieces I realized, were being carried out to the sea. Maybe the sea is full of everyone's broken pieces. And, when your toes sink into the sand, you get a piece in return. An exchange of souls. An exchange only a person like me could understand. My broken soul, my many many missing pieces. No questions, no answers, no talking. Just repeated exchanges with every movement. Towards and away, towards and away, perp...