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Postcard From the End



It's not often I see the ocean,
My virgin
first time feeling
waves lick my legs
A salt sea breeze stinging my face
The differencc between
land and water
is a feeling I can't shake.

I love this water.
If i sink below it's surfce
no one can see me,

Land is my reality.
Dry is healthier than wet.
I  can't stay in the ocean forever.

Tomarrow I return.
The ocean,
thousands of miles away
stretches out it's arms to hold me
flooding cities
destroying lives
I stand firm,
two feet glued to the ground
salt water tears falling down my face.