it's this immense feeling of being entirely drenched in here, like the salt on my skin has finally fused with my actual self, making me one with the horizon line, but then there's this weird awareness, a part of me floating above it all, just watching this body move, this improbable life unfold, and it makes my teeth ache with how potent it is, like tasting the ripest fruit you can imagine, the kind that makes your jaw clench because the sweetness is almost violent, and it’s this sensation of every cell vibrating with a truth that doesn't need words, but also a distant curiosity, wondering how this specific being landed here, on this particular stretch of sand, with Cosmo running into the waves every single minute like he’s discovering water for the first time, and how much of that past self, the one who was allergic to sun and joy, is somehow held within the sinews, a low hum that lets me know this isn't just a dream, this IS the one, this is the feeling of liquid flowing through every vein, not a hum of pressure but of release, of everything simply existing, and i don't know what to do with all this expanse, this fullness that feels like it could burst, but also feels utterly contained, like the ocean itself, vast and unknowable, yet held within its own boundaries, and my tongue feels stretched not from holding anything back anymore, but from trying to taste every single molecule of this utterly specific now.