Eris

The ocean was always a soothing place for me. Listening to the waves
bend and break along the shoreline. The delicate wind that never stopped
blowing, easing the waves closer and closer to the shore. Finding small
crustaceans and echinoderms along the large rock jetty. Memories of
building sandcastles with my cousins, and playing and laughing when the
sun was high in the sky. Crawling through the gaps in the walls to the
place that no one knew about. You could only find it at low tide. I'd
sit there for hours, watching storms roll in. I had a connection with
the weather. The more distraught it got, the more calm I became. It was a
power of mine. I could go there to escape. It was my place of solitude.
Confinement. Enjoyment. Peace. The place where I found myself. Waiting,
lying out along the slippery wet rocks, like a siren, stranded. I had
been lost, in a land of delinquency. Of abnormality. Of conformity. I
was alone, even though I was surrounded with people who loved me. Nosce
te ipsum. Mantra clings to the back of my throat like a thousand little
hands to a hope that was just discovered. My hope. My life. Newly born.
My eyes are dimming and the world is opening like a thick brick door.
Nothing matters, I just see. I hear the earth shifting, I can feel the
plates creaking. The stars are whispering, and my sisters are running.
Running from their captor. My delicate flowers, they smell of passion.
Passion for you. Passion for every waking breath you give. I want to be
so close to you I can crawl into your skin. I want your arms around me. I
want the salty smell of the ocean deep in my lungs. I want. I need. My
desires are limitless, and yet all too limited. I'm pushy. I don't know
my feelings, and I'm still learning who I am. I've become a monster.
Scavenging for the lost soul who needs me. No one. No one is lost but
me. I'm here. Right here. Not lost anymore. I'm back from Tartarus. I've
seen it all before. Chaos is no man's island.