I sit in the dark trying to picture the ocean looking at itself. I think until I’m woozy. It’s midnight. It’s 1am. It’s morning. The ocean is still looking at itself. I’m afraid to look in the mirror in case I turned into the ocean overnight. I never learned to swim as well as I wanted to. I never learned to lay back like you’re dead and just float there. I lose it when my ears dip beneath the water. I don’t like what it says, because I can’t understand it.

Photo By: Raffaele Camardella