Lost

When I was five, I saw the ocean for the first time. Atlantic.

I stood in the surf, just to my ankles. I was completely hypnotized by the waves rolling in, the vast expanse that stretched on forever. I heard my name called from the beach - and I turned back. The tide had pulled me out little by little, so my knees were soaked.

I don't exactly remember how I felt in that moment. I was a little scared, I think. But now I look back and feel an intense loneliness. I feel that now. I'm being pulled out to sea. There's only me. Only I can make the choice to turn around.