If I weren't afraid of the ocean I would surf...I think.
Oh, if I could swim instead of float on my back...
I'm so uncoordinated.
Like a fish out of water: that's me in the water.
I need to feel the sand under my feet.
When a wave comes along I float with it, as soon as it passes, my feet need to touch the ground.
I was engulfed by a wave once...
didn't know which way to go.
It was all a blur of surf and sand and air bubbles.
Someone saw me and pulled me out,
I was seven.
I'm there again... but this time, it's my life that has swallowed me whole.
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