The water burns my skin as I plunge into the ocean.
My skin is always hot, like fire. The water is frigid in comparison and slices through my flaming skin like ice.
I have a love-hate relationship with the sea. I love the freedom it offers, and yet it can just as easily cause death. The ocean, for all its beauty, has to be experienced cautiously. For it can take life as easily as it gives it.
I kick hard and break the surface of the water. I suck in a deep breath, filling my lungs with oxygen.
I forget what caused me to tumble into the water. I forget everything as I breathe in the salty air. Right now, I love the ocean. I love how it makes me forget by stealing my brain cells and using my body to keep me afloat.
A gasp next to me brings me back to reality quickly.
My eyes bulge
