Ocean

I went to the salt, for the first time in years, to try and baptise myself. I wanted it underneath my eyelids, on every inch of my skin, I wanted the salt like some vinegar-pure cure, that could help, when I was too-much-indoors, too much the robot, pressing buttons, nodding, repeating.

I wanted the silence, the immense sound of the crash, the churning of the water, like a heartbeat for some being too big for me to picture.

I went to the salt, for just a day, but it might take months, and I don't know when I'll have the courage to leave.