The ocean in my eyes

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Tears taste like the ocean. 
On the shore, its beauty leaves you breathless with a longing for the waters, 
But the waves crashing on your sail will leave you gasping for air. 

I've been living in the ocean;
Some days I am 100ft under, 
Some days the storms toss me around, 
Some days I'm just floating on the surface watching the days go by, 
Some days the water numbs me. 
But I command patience with an uneasy sternness and hope with an undying voice, as I remind myself that there will be some days 
when the light will hit the water just right, each drip, a prism, producing colours beyond my wildest imaginations  or the droplets will be gold dusts dancing on my face, and there will be days when the water won't be too cold nor too hot for my sensitivity, there will be days when I will have the faith to calm storms and the grace to dive into the deep. Such a day will come when I will forgive myself for setting sail and raging on ...such a day when after a long long time, I will finally learn to breathe again. 

 Why do my tears taste like the ocean? 
Is it because they have the same depth? 







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