May 31
Yesterday, I kept swimming farther and farther from the shore. I just wanted to get as far away as I could.
I let the waves hit me. I fought through them. I thought the water, the distance, and the endless horizon would quiet everything inside me.
But the farther I swam, the more I realized that none of it stayed behind.
I came back heavier than I left, as if the sea returned everything I tried to lose.
And somehow, all I wanted to do was swim farther. Deeper. Let the waves hit harder. As if somewhere beyond the next wave, beyond the next stretch of open water, there might finally be enough room for all this sadness.
