I want to break open the ocean, drink every last drop and sway in the salty breath of old wind.
I want to hold the cold waves like a blanket and cling to the spray that crashes on sharp rocks.
I want to find myself...
And then I want to get lost.
I want to sit in the heat of the desert, sweat dripping and pooling around me.
I want to bake in the sun and sigh with relief when a breeze exhales across the dirt.
I want to learn the difference between isolation and solitude.
I want to get quiet.
I want to climb and fall.
I want to grow and shrink.
I want to summit and descend.
I want to hold my breath and plunge into cold, dark water.
I want to sit in silence, soaking up the sun.
I want to lay in the depths of who I am, what I have done and what I was created for.
I want to meditate....
But I want to become rushing water, spilling over onto the edges of my life.
I want blazing heat and searing cold.
I want silence while I scream.
I want to inhale while I exhale.
I want to race while I rest.
I want to hug the midline... allowing myself to be neither here nor there.
I want to be in everything, but not of everything.
I want to stop needing people to define me.
I am living on the threshold.
I am saturated in everything liminal.
Right now, just as I am, liminal is enough.