heathen’s kiss

SUNJATA

i am the ocean, i am the sea

There is a part of him that wanders the Hollowed Grounds and cursed out the childish attempts at water. Sure, there was the Oasis (a place he ventures to at the peak of warmth this Leafchange) But anything else? He’d be better off trying to enjoy the wind crossing a puddle. Where were the vast lakes, rushing rivers, oceans? Where water went as far as the eye could see, where you could nearly drown and laugh about it after — to know just how much of fate you tempted? He huffs to himself, taking what he could get, hoping the Oasis was at least a decent place for a swim (gods knew nothing else here was).

His steel gaze squints through the sun as it beats down, surprisingly warm and nice as he passes through the grasses until he reaches the edge of the Oasis. He glances around to see if anyone’s there, if this place is somehow sacred and if he’ll end up getting yelled at for such a thing. He figures he’ll let them try, as he removes his shoes and pants — left only in his shorts — his shirt soon drops to the pile after, and he runs a hand through his shaggy dark hair before he tests the water with a bare foot.

So far so good, he thinks, and he steps back to get a running start. Might as well have fun while you’re at it, right? He runs into the water with loud and large splashes until the water reaches his shoulders and he wades, leaning back with his face to the sky as he enjoys the cold of the water, the goosebumps on his skin. Ah, how he misses the waves of the ocean.

there is a world inside of me