it’s such a cliche to write about the ocean but it’s all my mind is on, a brain submerged in brine, salt and acid eating away at the cells. i dream of ash-colored girls, of shells and sand that tornadoes around in trills of air, like the wind wants to sing but can’t find the right pitch. i drink it in with my eyes like my ears but it’s not the same, gulping with pupils won’t sustain me like the┬ásea, gasping at the foam while i drown, diffuse, decay. i will become one with it, particles of person floating on the waves, till it carries me out to forever, till i am forever. i am the place where the sky meets the sea. i am that shadow of horizon you think you can see but you can’t, i am figment, i don’t really exist at all.