The world stops the moment my feet touched damp sand, drowned in the sound of waves kissing my toes, my shoes soaked wet. It's uncomfortable but so nice. The sparkling shades of blue and green stretched in front of me, as far as eyes can see as far as I want it to be. And a sense of worthlessness wash over me. It's so easy to forget your worries when you feel so little so insignificant to the world, the sea does that to you. The sea makes you forget. A kind of drug to numb your pain away, comforting. The sea makes you forget. And forget you will, again and again until it's addictive, until it's done more damage than good. It started with ankle buried deep in salty murky water to barely gasping for air and all you can see is black, a soft blanket of waves drawing you in with the promise of a calm storm.