Her salt stinging your face will make you lose track of how many tears you have shed
You’ll forget what’s yours or her comforting, foaming waves
She’s moody and there is never a place she isn’t storming
But somehow she still calms me
Assuring everything will fall into place
Every grain of sand was once part of something bigger, ending their journey here broken into smaller fragments
Almost as if they were once dreamers who dreamt too big
Their dreams shrunk with harsh realities, laid to rest here under my feet
Almost as haunting as the graveyards they emulate
Reminding you about the time you nearly ended beneath the earth
Whispering to you about how far you’ve come, she does, about how proud she is with the gentle cold tickling you
And when you cease to be
She will take you back in her arms
Because there, you are home
