i was born to be a mermaid

i think i have salt water in my bones.

something about the ocean calls to me. ever since i was a child, the ocean has fascinated me, infected my heart. i’ve crawled in before, jeans and all, and emerged sopping wet without really caring how wild i looked (i’m almost certain this happened in one of the colder months).

i love the way the sea smells, and how the salt feels in my nose and in my hair. yes, even though the wind tangles my hair and the salt makes it unruly, i’d still love to live and die by the ocean. sure, the wind dries my eyes out while i’m taking coffee orders by the bay, but at least i have the prettiest view of the sun on the water.

i know some people who only like the ocean if it’s tranquil and lovely. i beg to differ. the ocean is beautiful no matter what it looks like; it’s just beautiful in different ways. the waves crashing on the shore, consuming all they come across, are different than the lazy lap of the water, but both are the prettiest thing in their own ways.

i feel like i can finally breathe next to the ocean. something about seeing the vast expanse of the water calms me more than being landlocked ever could. when stress and anxiety are eating at me, the sea decides to find its way back into my bones and wash away all the tension i’m experiencing.