The water crashes over my body
and my ears are invigorated with its sensation:
It's cold in here.
I close my eyes.
I see colors and hues
I feel my nerves grow warm.
This is my own corner of the universe.
Then I'm suddenly swimming in its glory
as if I can't get enough of it.
My mom brought me here when I was younger.
She would always say:
"You're bigger than this, no matter what.
It's never too late."
My mind snaps back into reality.
I'm sitting here in my bed,
just thinking what could happen
if I ran back into the past.
If time is an ocean,
We are its victims,
We are its viewers,
And we cannot stop it.
Every moment is fleeting,
Don't stop a wave that has already been built.
Its momentum is a force uncontrollable by us.
Go beyond the waves.
It is a privilege to feel.
While you are busy collecting buckets of water,
I am swimming with acceptance.
Look at the future but live in the present.
It feels too good.
I'm coming back to the ocean.
I'm coming back to where I am strong.
It Never Ends.