The ocean is familiarity..
It's tide edging at my memories, salt spray liquified smiles taking me back to that summer..
We find that we want to swim in those memories, drown in them, even, but we are pulled back to shore..
..the troubles of the present sticking to my feet like clumped sand, i cannot outrun, i cannot outswim them.
It's the past, you see. Because some days its nostalgia, grey light caressing a sleeping sea..
Other days an overwhelming wall, churning with the pissed passion of Poseidon, GOD of the Sea, MAY HE GRANT ME MERCY..
It's an overwhelming wall, a tsunami, separating me from the good kind of familiarity.