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{ Oh, to be as free as the wavering ocean, hoping that the waves that will drown me will finally let me breathe. }
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The Season of the Sea
The sound of the sea has always been summer to me. A season in which I long for days. The waves that elegantly flow through the breeze, the cold wind caresses me. The warmth however touches me, embracing my whole being as if it recognizes me . I, however, can't recognize its welcoming. In my eyes it is only a massive body of water that stretches my attention and desire to the horizon. The feeling of unusuality ever since, yet a vague familiarity in the moment. But I continued to long for it like an endless summer. Wanting nothing but to feel the freedom that it offers me.
I want to feel it against my skin and into my soul.
The sea in which I have fallen in love into, the emerald green and blue colors that took familiarity in my vision. The smell of the salty water and the unending waves of sounds whenever it kisses the sand along the coast.
Fascinating and inviting, I long for it.
They say that those who sail across the sea can rule the world, and those who venture the storms are the most free among anyone else. Those who live by the waters, made friends with its waves, took home along its shore, renders the true freedom in the grasp of the ocean's child. Words of warning and endless stories that somehow gives the mystical body of water more depths to be discovered, and the most free person among then can only acquire such ventures.
The treacherous sailing, and the danger and full of mystery is an allure that comes with the price of liberation that the sea has been giving. Something I can never afford. But for me, the one who can hear their names in the waves, the one who can touch and dance with the sea; for myself who longs for the warmth and embrace of the beautiful mass of waters, that is what freedom is.
I long for freedom.
And that freedom, I see in the coastal waves that can bring me to the edge of horizon.
The sea, in which the place of the free ventures.
And to the sea is where I saw the gates that opens the path of where I desire to be. Despite the raging cautious words that evict my efforts in pursuing the waters, I continued to long for it. Because for me, the sea has always been summer, a beautiful moment that everyone wants to be in.
Yet summer could never visit me, as much as I tried to visit it.
In my memories, I remember how I desperately ran towards the waves, fingertips hopelessly wanting to grasp the freedom that had always been taken without my touch. The people who had always stop me, the voices that scolded me, the warnings that tried to scare me. It never stopped me from going and wanting to see the vast ocean. The boy who stood next to me, who dared and asked me what is the essence of the thing that I longed for, wanting to understand my obsession.
In my memories, always had been, the sea is out of my reach. In the endless and needless repetitive distance that I found myself in away from the blue waters, I heard the song of the sirens against the waves traveling through the breeze wanting to reach me.
It sounded everything that the world could offer me, it sounded like summer.
However, in the summer that I always see in the waves-came to the point of feeling the cold winter at the miles distance from it.
In my memories, I came to the point of which I no longer longed for freedom as simple as wanting to touch the ocean that I was not allowed to be with. To be simply free and sail the ocean, to be free in the wide stretch of vast adventures that carries people to their destiny. In my memories, I realized that freedom is no longer as simple as wanting to run away from the grasp of my controlling figures that surrounds me.
Freedom is no longer longing for the sea against my fingertips.
I no longer want to be in the sea, I want to be the sea.
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"Take me, just please take me to where this wide and wavering oceans, meet the sky."
"Take me to my destiny."
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