Because there is no life without the wave. That was it. That’s all. Everything. A greatness that had engulfed her but not suffocated her in its depths, but pushed her to the surface with grace and adoration. Two working together to keep one another flowing. Their time together seemingly short but lasting a lifetime. Relying on each other for their strength and power. The hidden depths don’t frighten her and its power over her is forgotten in that brief but unending moment. Crashing her against the rocks unforgiving and endlessly painful the wave beats her. Its power once overlooked is the death of them both. She would have drowned in the idea, yet ‘the wave’ casts her aside with the other debris. The wave will keep coming back, and she playing in the surf mournfully remembers the time she had wanted to join its deafening silence, the crashing stillness. When it does come back she allows the ice cold thought to embrace her soul again before being thrown against the shore. She knows no other way than this. She could move to calmer waters but hears the call of waves breaking and knows…. only too well…. she will eventually drown in salty tears.

Photo by Dave Watson
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