Purity

Water.
It's all I can see for miles
and even though I should feel as though I'm drowning;
suffocating;
I do not.
A weary sigh exits my lungs
and I breathe in the salty mist that swirls around me
engulfing my senses.
The waves rhythmically crash, rise, and fall
against the cool rocks I rest upon
the sound reminding me of my own viscous thoughts.
For a second
I almost feel at peace;
almost.
The restless waves seemed to give me a certain feeling of purity.
One such feeling I haven't encountered in a while.
Whereas the restless waves would remain and continue to rise and fall
the feeling they gave me would not.