"For some reason or another, the powers that be have spared your life so that you can prove to them what they already know about yourself."
Those were my thoughts this waking morning. At first, I was thinking about how cool the air was and how warm the ocean was, and how when you're awake at night when everyone else is dreaming, it's a different type of alive you feel.
I witness magic when the remainder of the world is at rest. Every morning when I venture out into the black abyss, the same thoughts come to my consciousness. I feel blessed and at ease and dutiful all at once. I close my eyes and I feel myself descending into the sea, the waves blue and black and mysterious, soaking into my skin and pulling me under. I surrender with no hesitation, because I know that it is here that I belong, dwelling beneath the human world, keeping in time with the stars and the waves and moonlight all in its glorious splendor. I feel at home in my watery nest, stargazing from within the core of the earth, from the womb where all life began. It's not the same as the world in which you dwell, here I am not afraid. I know I can return home anytime I want to, because home is all around me. All at once, I close my eyes and I dissolve, dispersed like a million satellites, going every which way and direction at once, all swallowed and drunk by the ocean. My body is no longer, but so shall it be...
I was never meant to be confined; I was meant to be scattered.
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