reinvention
we’d go walking along the beach, waves crashing at our feet, and every day she was different. somedays she was lonely, drowning people in her waters, just for a split moment of companionship in the sands of infinite time. somedays she was angry, ripping herself apart at the seams, showing her rage but not her strength.
and every day, we’d watch reinvention itself. the ocean never had the same waves. she never kept the same emotions. i’d watched rebirth closely from the shore, unable to tear my eyes away from something so awe-inspiring yet frightening.
she never was the same ocean.
the day after i never returned to that ocean. i was tired of watching rebirth instead of experiencing it. i never chopped my hair off. no, i was convinced rebirth was deeper than the physical. i scrubbed off the marks-- of the girl i left two years ago, and the boy a year before that-- until my heart felt lighter. i took parts of myself and fashioned them into new.
after that, the sun held the brightest light i’d ever seen. and, more than anything, i was glad to have a person to transform for.
@eloquencenet even: new years
