To become the ocean

I still have nowhere to go.

The ocean is a bit restless, but I trust it – the horizon is clear and empty of threats.

Waves here and there remind me how my life used to flow – strong winds, small changes. I knew there could be something more. Something stronger, something more directed and intense.

Direction is absent in its entirety now – chained to this island, I rotate as I wish, absorbing each new point of view.

The infinite surface of blue is monotonous, and it could flood out all of my unrest, all of my worry, all of my fear. But seeing that my heart is at ease, the ocean keeps quiet.

Suddenly, the silence is broken. The sunrise whispers something to the sunset, and the four directions emerge.

I feel the East, West, North and South come to life, with their sole purpose being to crucify my madness.

They know I will want direction, they know I will believe I need direction, they know I will believe there is only one way to go.

They fasten me to all four corners of existence, making sure I remember I belong – to every place, any time.

They will be pulling me towards each other, not to pick me apart, but to make my parts hold on stronger – to huddle up even closer, to relentlessly embrace each other as I try to become the ocean.