Do you remember that moment when after a long time you finally reach the sea again? That feeling when after a long time you finally dip your fingers in the blue water and realise that nowhere else do you feel so alive. Love is the sea. Love is the daughter of the ocean. It has no shores. And when you start thinking that finally find the way to swim between the waves- the biggest one will crash you in a moment when you take a deep relaxing breath. Oh you silly silly one, you thought that you can lear. Love is the sea. Love is the daughter of the ocean. There is no end and no beginning.
There is more than million shades of blue.It was green-blue the first time I sat on a bench here and cried with joy at the blending colours of the sky and water. And now, just as green-blue. And I’m on the same bench again. Only this time you are here. I hear what you say, I hear, but I don’t look at you. Love is the sea, love is the daughter of the ocean. Your eyes are just as blue-green as they are now in the ocean. Then I feel like you hug me over my shoulders and happy to sigh that I react so beautifully to the news. After a second I was already in the water. I take a deep breath and dive under the water. Swimming as far from you as I can. I hear you calling me somewhere near the shore. You didn’t realise then that that’s how I accept endings. Love is the sea. Love is the daughter of the ocean. And you never liked swimming here. You said - too much garbage.
My sea has no garbage. There, further from the shore, where you get stuck just by catching your breath - it's not just that. Without shores. It only changes colours.Colours of the eyes. When I need to come back, I get out with my hands full of trash. No, its not mine. But sometimes you have to clean up what others have left. Not because you want to. Because if we want to save the world, we must first save ourselves.
Do you remember the moments when the sun sets as you wander towards the shore watching your shadow. In a second, even the waves seem to stop. When you get ashore, you feel the last drops of water soak into your skin. Love is the sea. Love is the daughter of the ocean. And no matter how you want to live between the waves all the time - sooner or later a man needs an earth. So you won’t disappear. Love is the sea. Love is the daughter of the ocean. And even without being near or in it - you know she exists. It lies on your skin. That salty hurtful water. But without an ocean the world would not exist. Without blue water you wouldn't be there.
It’s very good to sit here and watch the same blue horizon. Many things has changed. In a year and in a second. When the sand mixes with the water between your fingers I take a deep breath and count.
“You wash me with yourself
With your lips, you water me.
And turn time into fire,
Seeing the sky
When the earth hears everything ”
When life asks you an important question, keep quiet. See what he will suggest. Maybe it’s not the time to behave the way you want. Maybe it’s time to do the right thing.