There are miles of it, so much so, that the human eye can’t capture it all. 

Its blue hues are grasped from the sky, and when the sky changes color; so does the sea. 

It can be cold or warm. Quiet or loud. Restless or still. Eerie  or calming. Alluring or repelling.

A sandcastle washed away with one single wave.

A breath of the salty air, while walking on the shore.

The sand in between your toes, as the water washes it away.

This ocean, this world, has a hold on us.

Our eyes pulling us into the water.

It calls us.



13 years old

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