I swam. Surrending to the allure of the ocean. Absconding in need to overcome. Going across its openness to explore its promise. Stroke after stroke. Very fast. Getting farther and farther.
Then the ocean’s allure lost its magical luster. It became just this familiar blank space. And I found myself not craving for its coolness or grace by how the waves danced, or that I was trying to escape. It became more about knowing what to do with my limbs. So often they had ended up around bad people, on the incorrect side of the bed, reaching into jars of sand that they never belonged in. There is a world full of oceans out there, we were only pouring ourselves into the wrong one.