I, Sea

Looking out upon the sea is more than not a comfort to me.

I travel with my eyes across and imagine myself to a distant land.

A splash of a large wave ashore seems to extend a welcome handshake.

Looking out upon the sea frees my thoughts completely.

I ride the tide out again and feel more lost than found.

A shell of sorts dances upon a ripple, laughing as it goes.

Looking out upon the sea remains the only thing to be.

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