I feel life moving in around me; a wave;
A thrashing mountain of blue.
Clear, dangerous, exciting:
In the ocean there is no end, only a deep, deep grave.
And this is where I am.
Each sprinkle of salt on my skin; I anticipate again and again.
What is to come is coming fast;
Clean, powerless, anxious.
On the sand, watching the sun fade,
...As if it's already been felt.
Blue.
Blue.
Blue;
The only color I am seeing;
The only place where the sky can touch the water.
Alive.
Alive.
Alive;
The only time I ever feel scared is when I can't feel it.
The only way to get through it is to bear it.
I feel it moving now, as if it's already been felt.
