Sickening

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At first, I'd only dip my toes in. The cold felt nice after the long strain put on my legs from endless striding. It felt like an escape. The salty sea water would wash over my senses as it entered my lungs, and was so overpowering sometimes it was all I could feel. Never once did I stop to think about the rotting undertones of something dead underneath. Looking out over it, it was vast and sometimes too much to take in all at once. So much left to be explored, I wanted to wrap myself in it like a warm blanket. Sooner or later it reached up to my ankles, and lapped at my thighs yearning for me to get farther in. Yearning for me to give it more time. It was light, and safe, and let the light still warm my back. Sometimes the warmth would get so harsh it'd burn, and I can't help but say yes to such an inviting cool. Looking into the water brought a sense of mystery and wonder; something I could explore. Unable to see below my calves, and so curious as to what could be hidden beneath. The pull would indulge me up to my waist, swaying and pulling my hips this way and that, the waves were strong. Indulgence into the sea is dangerous, they say. The ocean didn't warn me of the dangers. The blue light sparkling atop wouldn't dare forebode dark undertones, and the sweet symphony of rocking tides is just so inviting. But, leaning in, the murky water doesn't feel enticing anymore, it feels more like dread. . Looking back shows how far land is, how isolated you are. Maybe its time to get out, or maybe it is time to sink deeper.