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J lives by the sea and I perch myself on the window ledge, the sun radiating through the glass and warming my face. I watch the rhythm of the sea - constant and hypnotic, caressing the shoreline. I imagine lying on the seabed, holding my breath so deeply. Closing my eyes I feel the current of the dark, icy water rush over me, until I give in to nature’s eviction, floating to the surface to re-fuel with oxygen. Back on the ledge I look downwards at the dramatic fall, clutching onto the window, fearful of plummeting to my demise. Months ago I may have even entertained the idea.

My feet throb and my throat is coarse as if I am breathing sandpaper. My heart is mildly burnt (a well done steak) and my mind melts every time my mouth moves. I watch my fingers crackle as they flex and my eyes weigh on me, heavy with love’s confusion.

With hope, I turn back to the sea, the rhythm and hypnotism, to guide me back to the place I call home.