Coastal

The Pacific is breaking against the rocks offshore in a tide of anger, against the beach in a froth of argument. She doesn't know what she wants. I can relate to the driftwood under my feet. Plastered against the shoreline, they are pieces of the coast, and, for now, I am just another. Coastal. On a strip between what may as well be two planets. Cast out of her orbit like so much debris, wondering if she'll ever come in far enough again to lift us from this world to hers. To ride her waves and feel the pull of her current. To hear her quiet voice, so soft, like swells caressing timeless sand. Small wonder that we are drawn to the ocean. But she will turn on a whim, in dark deceit, and hurl us into a world of hurt. Her depth is cold and heartless. There are ruins as far as I can see, waiting for the next big storm. I have learned not to trust.

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The Pacific is breaking against the rocks offshore in a tide of anger, against the beach in a froth of argument. She doesn't know what she wants. I can relate to the driftwood under my feet. Plastered against the shoreline, they are pieces of the coast, and, for now, I am just another. Coastal. On a strip between what may as well be two planets. Cast out of her orbit like so much debris, wondering if she'll ever come in far enough again to lift us from this world to hers. To ride her waves and feel the pull of her current. To hear her quiet voice, so soft, like swells caressing timeless sand. Small wonder that we are drawn to the ocean. But she will turn on a whim, in dark deceit, and hurl us into a world of hurt. Her depth is cold and heartless. There are ruins as far as I can see, waiting for the next big storm. I have learned not to trust.