When i would go to the coast, there was waves crashing against the rocks, high into the sky.

I would climb out as far as i could go without getting soaked. Sit on the rock and watch the waves crash around me high above my head. Made me think of being born, or the ocean making love to the shore, or chaos that makes life.

It was lonely on that rock, and I loved and hated it. I felt free and like the entire ocean was mine, because I could see nothing else. The waves crashing against the shore would make me feel alive at times, reminding me that i still exist

I hated the lonely feeling because I felt like there was something missing deep inside. I wanted to be there with someone, but the open breeze and gentle sound of power behind the waves pressed me into the present.

And I dreamed in that present, of being nothing, of being anything. A bird, a fish, the ocean itself I tried to grasp as "me" but it was too big and trying made me tired. I savored that tired feeling, of existing ... and I wondered about the myriad of life hidden under rocks, waves, my own ability to see. It was glorious and humbling