The shore fumed at the waves – a disgruntled lover, protesting over the lack of commitment. You bring me so far, he complains, you come so close but always leave so quickly! This back and forth sickens me!

Waves, oblivious to the pain she’s causing, continues to caress and to leave, repeating over and over a mantra that to her, makes perfect sense. A union of two soulmates so different that over time, this organized chaos has become the companionship between them. I watch them quarrel, one oblivious to the other’s attempts at connection and reconciliation. Whether they like it or not, they’re bound together, in a love that has come inherently. There is momentum here, there is life. One never had to learn how to love the other. This love between the shore and his wave has always just been. Waves crash against stone and I wonder if I’ll ever witness anything so beautiful again.

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Standing on the bank, I dig my toes into the sand, arms akimbo. I stare out into the horizon. Questions float into my vision, get stuck in my lashes already heavy with misplaced intention. I grind their meaning down to a powder, mix it with cupfuls of sea water and drink it deep. I was once told that oceans held answers. Salty water coats the throat, washing away residue and retrospect long lodged there. I guess what I hope to understand is how to disassemble memories, break them down into manageable pieces I can tuck under my skin. To carry them with me always, like treasures I’ve been weary to own / always afraid to lose.

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Photo by Anastasia Taioglou 

july 27th 2012