The Ocean

The ocean is my safe space,
the sound of the waves crashing together as if it were pots and pans bashing together,
the scent of the salty air as you’re swimming,
it tastes as if you were tipping a bottle of salt into your mouth,
I see the waves as I stand still,
I want to be at the beach all the time as if it were my bed,  
“What did you look like before humans,” I ask. “Well there wasn’t any rubbish in me,” the ocean replies.
The ocean is my safe space.