a sense of longing,
to give you a sense of scale - a whole fucking ocean, i drank from it, i drawned in it, the salt got into my eyes, got under my skin, left a taste on my tongue.
its over now. its over now, and even if my tongue still taste like salt, I am no longer a body drifting away underwater. maybe i am now a fish, and grew out a tale and a fin, and gills, and i am now a selfish, maybe i am now a sea animal, a seal, or maybe, maybe i left the sea, the ocean, the deep dark waters, and now its not a sand under my feet, but earth.
either way, i feel like i am breathing, under water or not. even if its trying to drag me back. i will fight it in a cruelest ways