Conclusions

Today I sat on a beach in Mexico and cried. I will never forgive the world for letting me sit on a white sandy shoreline in the Pacific Ocean where the breeze is gentle, and cry.

But then.

I will never forget how the Pacific Ocean washed its salt water over mine and rendered  my tears invisible. I will never forget how the sound of its crashing waves drowned out the incessant wailing inside my head, how my arms grew tired diving in its perpetual waves, how eventually I forgot lead in my chest and floated safely back to shore.

The ocean heals and heals anew. One day it may even save me.