Walking down the beach and I know this is where I belong.
Not in a home by the beach, or a home on the beach.

The ocean should be my home.

Sometimes as I walk down the beach, with my toes in the sand and the sea foam over my feet,
I want to keep walking into the sea, until I can just swim away.
I should be a mermaid.

Sometimes while I’m playing in the sea,
I feel as though the ocean is my home.
As though the land borrowed me from the sea.
Or I was exiled from the ocean, and have to learn to live without the sea.
Like some odd modern day Ariel.

Life is so much more peaceful with the sea.


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