The water was once so cool and so cleansing. The waves lapped me up and comforted me. They begged me to join them, to become a part of them. I left some part of me in that water. The tides have changed. I test them, and they scald me with their iciness. I return often. Each time is a chance that they will be inviting again. When will they welcome me again? Will they welcome me again? Again? 


  1. scald and iciness.
    i don't think that adjective and that noun complement each other. that is all.
    lurv u.