The ocean calls to me.
At peace when the salt waves lap at my skin.
Cleansed by something so ancient,
something that has the power to destroy along with the power to give.
It has swallowed so much life and at the same time gives so much life.
Giving a reason to keep moving forward,
something so vast and unknown.
Something that takes and takes without a care for what it takes.
To the ocean I am nothing.
No one is anything to the ocean.
Having that feeling of being so infinitesimal,
no matter what may happen the ocean will not care.
Washing everything away with time.