The Sea.
The descent into the pits of existence, into a life ruled by paranoia and loneliness can only be seen when you reach the pit itself. Until the blind bats of self-loathing flutter in your eardrums, white noise that deafens you to the electric magnetism of life.
Run back to the sea, back to where your pulse vibrates from your wrists to distant lands and back again, where only you can feel the lifeblood of the earth seeping into your veins and replacing your own.
Run back to the sea, where the air in your lungs is driven out and replaced by the salt laced flavour of freedom.
Run back to the sea where you cannot see the darkness, where you cannot feel the fear.
Run back to the sea where you can touch the entire universe inside your chest.
