I wish I could be standing at the edge of the sea-

I wish I could be standing there, breathing that salt water air.

I wish I could let it go.

Stand there against the ocean and feel small.

I wish I could stand by the ocean and let my fears go.

I wish I could stand there and no longer feel any woes.

I wish I could let it go.

But I don’t know why I hold it in.

I don’t know why, but it’s becoming a sin.

I want to feel small.

I want to get lost.

I want to be washed clean.

I want to stand by the sea, breathing in that salt water air.

I want to squeeze the sand between my toes, and watch the little hermit crabs scurry along the sand.

I want to watch the waves crash against the rocks and break into small –
Beads of water, salty and cold.

I want to stand by the sea, breathing in that salt water air…
I want to feel small
I want to feel insignificant.

I want to breath that air, that clings deep in my lungs.

I want to watch the waves crash and break.

I want to stand by the sea, breathing in that salt water air…