One of my utmost favorite (first) items of the sea I was introduced to when I was young.
I went swimming yesterday. I missed it so much I could have cried; there is no escaping your natures.
I’ve said it before, and I have to say it again: I miss the sea. I live steps away from water, but I miss sand and swimming.
I’m made up of these waves and layers of waters inside. Things come and go, drag and drown, and swell and sway.