Tears pour out like an ocean from hidden depths, grieving a loss too old to express in words and too wide for thoughts to confine. I sit, surrounded by salt and sea foam, on a desert of water. Seven years of hiding, twenty years of believing. I wake to an ocean wide with solitude, rocking on the tide. I cry and heave into her unfathomable spaciousness, a salty offering, one drop at a time. Mind echoes the voices of thousands, "I am a wave imagining itself separate from the sea". Words. They fall heavy into the depths and I am left thirsty, surrounded by water and longing for a drink.