The sound of waves
They meant peace to me
In the home I grew in, we had shells I'd played with when I was a kid
I would take two in my tiny hands, put them on my years and listen to their whispers, for hours
I was somewhere hearing them, a place where I was alone, a place of freedom, feeling the sand under my feet, the restless waves ashore, then diving into the deep blue, flying with fishes, breathing water
That feeling has never left me

The sound of waves
They don't hold the same meaning anymore
At night
I feel their rage when they crash against the stones
And slow by slow they are destroying them
I am somewhere lonely, in their darkness
I want to fall in their depth
Let them wash my sorrow and my questions
Get lost in that deafening silence, that nothingness that they hide so well
That same emptiness I share with them