Sometimes in me, I have this restlessness. (Actually, that’s there quite often.)
At times, I have a sense of claustrophobia.
I live on the hill, aka: Hillcrest. About 30 km from the beach…
And sometimes, that’s just too far for me. My soul yearns for the open water.
I am a fair weather surfer (that hardly stands)
Yet there is something so beautiful about the ocean…
That stirs peace and freedom in heart.
“The open water chills me to my bones,
but it’s the only place that I feel alive.
The ocean floor begins to disappear;
I sense that terrible depth.
The open water is my only fear,
but I’ll sail as long as I still have breath in me.
I’m starting to believe the ocean’s much like you,
cause it gives, and it takes away.”
(Thrice – Open Water)