The sea is generous
It always is
But I’m tired
Tired of diving deep
only to return with the same hunger
Tired of the endless motion
disguised as freedom
Tired of the endurance
only to name it survival
Alive,
but not living
Far from the shore
where the sky leans closer
the mountain is calling
cold, distant, and silent
I run toward it
featherless yet fierce
betrayed the generous sea
to escape into the unknown.
Artwork by: Paul Swan
