Last night I dreamnt about the ocean. My body was being tossed amongst the grasping hands of pink coral cities. The tide beat me down and sucked me back up again, a giant. There was blood in the water, blooming in flowers around my open eyes, my unstruggling arms, whisked away. I was afraid of the unseen cities, the dark forms sliding in and out of touch, incomprehensible. I was afraid of the moment when I would cease to fear the massive crashing, the vast wild blue.
blue planet:the deep, image via luxaire
When I was small, I was never afraid of the ocean.