i forgot what this felt like.
itâs been almost two years since iâve stood this close to a body of waterâclose enough to hear it move, close enough to watch the surface hold the sky like it had nothing to prove.
and maybe that sounds dramatic, but something in me went quiet the second i got here.
for the first time in a long time, my chest didnât feel tight. my thoughts werenât clawing at each other. i wasnât replaying old conversations, old wounds, old versions of myself i still grieve.
i was just... here.
breathing.
and maybe it makes sense. maybe the part of me made of tides and feeling and too much heart was always meant to find its way back here. maybe thatâs what happens when a girl with too much water in her soul finally stands in front of something that understands how she moves.
iâve spent so much time surviving on landâpretending iâm harder than i am, quieter than i am, less sensitive than i am.
but near the water, i donât have to perform strength.
i just am.
calm.
clear.
okay.
and god... i didnât realize how much i needed to feel okay.
for a moment, i wasnât yearning for anyone.
i was just finding my way back to myself.














