The sea,the ocean,and the watery depthsare simple categorisations.My throbbing and pulsing organ is the rhythmic ebb and flow of the tideAnd my flowing and trickling blood beneath my skin is the frothy seafoam that covers the granule sandsI could focus on breathing the healthy sea breeze, but I cannot feel itHearing the therapeutic sounds of a coastal beach, but I cannot hear itThe salty taste ...

I need the seathe sea needs meI need its sea breezeto fill my lungs;to help me breathe clearerThe sea demands meto breathe it into exude life's anxietiesI need the sounds of the tide;therapeutic audio waves,to induce a peaceful state.I need the sea's water;its salty and rich lifeforceto cleanse my hair, my skin,The sea needs meto take it into soak and submergeto start life anew

   When you were ten or so do you recall the blinding sting and hush of weary gulls? Dark water muffled the world above and youbreathed your first mouthfulof salt.A heavy weight,you were  deadas debris, dead arms, dead legs,  a sun-bleached shell.Entangled, congealed, floating a mass of serpentine green, with flecks of brown and red under you went and surged up, born again hair slick, thick  wi...