It’s so therapeutic tossing your memories into large bodies of water: lakes, oceans; cleansing them from the bitterness of the past.
Salt water does wonders, sometimes.
But it’s the nights when the waves rush back to shore- carrying every loss and regret, hitting you all at once before they settle in. It repeats, one wave after another. Shoreline soaked. No matter how much you try, it becomes an impossible task not to get wet, wounds and all.
Salt water burns before it heals.