The Ocean Made Me A Poet.

I wasn't born by the seaside, never lived near one. Still somehow, whenever I'm near it, in it, over it, above it... even just staring at it from afar, an unshakable vibration wills me to think deep thoughts and write it down. Its sheer vastness frees my mind from inhibitions. Its colours put my mind at ease. Its enigma keeps me mystified.


I wish I lived during the time where one would pick up a book, read a poem, master each words to their heart’s content and repeat it to themselves when they’re feeling sad, alone or in love. As if there’s nothing better to do in a lazy afternoon but to remember words that matter to the soul.


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