There I was… lying on the beach; a clear night with no moon, all stars visible; countless; a vast universe reminding me how small and insignificant we are… How petty little grievances have no impact, no meaning, and no substance…
The sand was still warm from the sun’s radiant glow, and the water was dark… still… I looked at it intently… It was calling me… I was sober and my mind was drifting already towards the familiar darkness, trying to call something to accompany me in this beautiful night… But my heart wanted to remain alone, unaccompanied from anything or anyone… The water was mesmerizing, welcoming my solitude and my request for privacy…
I stripped… As nature gave birth to me… I walked towards the water…
Pitch black, still… A cold sensation, a unique bite on my soul for every step I took… A bite that brought back sad memories and consumed them instantly, leaving me happier, lighter, free with every step… Soon I went under, but there were still so many to go through…
How many times must I go through this? How many times will I need to repeat this to cleanse myself?
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