ocean view


He pushed his head into the water.

Lethe. Lethe.

His long hair rose in seaweed tendrils to float upon the surface along with the fingers of his hands.

His eyes closed, he felt his feelings attach to the ripples flowing in and out of his ears, becoming part of the liquid and leaving his brain in drops washing out with every ebb.

He dug his naked feet into the sand, willing his toes to grow coral roots and keep him moving only with the water. Pushed backward, pulled forward. Pushed backward, pulled forward.

The sun felt good on his naked back.

He sighed and forgot how to breathe.


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