I feel the waves crashing on my feet. Swirling around my ankles. I smell the salt in the air, the sand on the ground, and the death in the ocean. I want to become a part of it. I step out, feeling the chill run up my ankles. I need it. I need to feel more. I walk farther. I feel the pain in my body. The pain of foresight. I don’t care anymore. I want to be freed. A jellyfish brushes my leg. I feel the sting, but I don’t feel it. The sea drops off. I can’t stand. I need to be far away. No land in sight. I smile and swim farther. I turn around. No land anywhere. I panic. Panic that consumes every muscle in my body. I feel struggle, I feel pain, I feel everything. What was I thinking? I have so much to look forward to. I have a life ahead of me. Not anymore. What is going on? What is going to happen? I can’t feel anything. I can’t breathe. The salty water stings my eyes. The salty water stings my lungs. The salty water stings my blood. I give up and feel the soft waves take over me.