The Endless Blue

I can't resist the call of the ocean; it stirs something deep within.

A visual echo of the moment — crafted with , imagined through words.

I stand at the edge, where land meets the endless blue.
I feel insignificant —
yet entirely whole.
It’s like coming home
to something I never owned,
but always belonged to.

I can’t resist the pull of its vastness —
the way it stretches beyond sight,
where the sky meets the water
and time loses its shape.

The waves are constant,
but never the same.
They crash, then retreat.
They rise — and fall.

Each crash carries a promise:
nothing is truly lost,
only waiting to return.
Each rise carries a reminder:
everything moves in cycles —
constant,
yet never the same.

And so, I return,
again and again —
not because I seek answers,
but because in its depths,
I find a part of myself
that needs nothing
but to feel the vastness.

And in that moment of surrender,
the awe
feels good for the soul.