A Girl Named Leney

THE JOURNAL

To The Water

go to the water
to the water
the water
water. 

it's fading. going out. taking the shoreline and tide with it. 
diminishing. 
like my resolve and spirit and resilience. 
i need replenishing in the way the moon gives to the sea. 

and i couldn't get to the water.
not the kind that comes to the shore from the depths of the sea. 
but it started raining. 
so i went to the water that comes from the sea by a different way. and i sat out there. 
and it saturated my skin. 

i let it beat against me.
over and over over and over and over. 
but then i couldn't get to the water. not the kind that came from the sky. 

so i went to the kind that comes from the ground. 
i immersed myself in blue and white.
drawing a bath up and around the nape of my neck and collar bones. 

my knees like little islands in the sea i love so much. 
and i sat there. 
and it saturated my skin. 
i let it seep into me, and then crawl slowly down and around me as it left and returned to the ground.  

i had hoped that it would wash away the feelings i was having.
erase. erode. renew. 
it didn't. 

but it reminded me where i came from. 
it reminded me where i was going. 
so i took that and swam. 

to the water.

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images shot on a go pro in Barcelona Spain summer 2015
words written fall of 2016