by HelluvaGirl

I flew away, leaving the ocean behind my back. Its endless surface was glimmering at the perennial moonshine, covered by vast comforting darkness, undisturbed by human sounds or the wind.

The smell of the sea – it follows you no matter how far away you go. It lingers on your skin and drenches into your spirit. 

The night was pitch-dark. For all I could tell, it might just never end. I was alone at this eternal night, Loneliness tattooed on the canvas of my soul in much darker hues now.

The sea and the mesmerising face of the moon left farther and farther behind.

Funny how you think you leave something. Just like that yearningly salty smell of the sea, it finds a life in you, forever.

Disillusionment. Resignation. Hope. Frustration. Denial. Hope. Disappointment. Contempt. Hope. Tenderness. Longing. Hope. Lov…

Numbness. Numbness.

Was there a beginning, though? I found a torn-up note scattered on the seashore once after what seemed to be ages of staring eagerly at the magnificent waters. Several words scribbled around the time one could imagine was the beginning.

It was my unfortunate choice to give in to the hypnotising song of the dark ocean, promising strange secrets and unearthly discoveries, and not a day similar to the one before. Because the note said I shouldn’t come. I must have brought it with me when I didn’t listen.

The times I’ve tried to tame that ocean… Fall into it, become its part. I was eager to sink under the blue surface and stay embraced by the sea, forever.

You gotta be born a fish, though. Or a mermaid.

To my great sadness, resembling perhaps only the despair of one actual mermaid, having found she wasn’t human, I came to find, quite tragically, I was a bird.