the truth is, sometimes this profound sense of being exactly where i'm meant to be, it almost scares me with its simplicity, like i'm waiting for the other shoe to drop or for the universe to remember all the complicated ways i used to try to exist. but then the taste of the ocean on my lips, that particular tang on my tongue, just grounds me in the sheer fact of it, an uncomplicated YES that settles deep into my hips, an actual physical release, and i remember the fierceness of getting here, the whole journey that felt like one long, wrenching shedding until all that was left was this. it feels like a strange, full-body hum, this unburdening, like the world is finally aligning with the real shape of me, not the one i used to try to force into existence.