DIE FORM DES VERSÄUMTEN: Confiding in the sea

I stood at the water’s edge, barefoot, the salt already on my lips before the waves touched me. No one was there. Just me and the steady, breathing darkness. I didn’t speak a word, but I knew the sea would listen. I let a thought slip into the water – quiet, formless. Maybe it took it with it. Maybe it stayed behind. But as I turned away, I felt just a little lighter. And just a little less alone.