day one: scrosciare

scrosciare
the action of rain pouring down or of waves hitting rocks and cliffs
- - -

one step forward. another one.

and then again.

left, right.

the only thing you can see is your feet beneath you, dragging you to somewhere you familiar with. you smell the distinct taste of salt, and knew you’re in the right place.

you sat down quietly, pretending that it was the rain that makes your face wet

(and not tears)

and watch the hypnotic motion of give and take, give and take.

(how can you balance one without overlapping the other?)

you hear the ocean met the earth deafeningly,

and you

                          just

                                            breathe,

                         (keeps breathing)

(it’s going to be ok)