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.