The water is cold as it swallows my legs.

A world beneath and the air above.

Who knows where it came from, but where will it go?

Recycled by nature, molecules drive me insane.

I don't want to think about them...it's too much.

They crash into me and it is unavoidable.

I am overrun.

The wet sticks and becomes part of you.

I'm not sure if it absorbed or just transferred...

The tide evens things out...

A place where it is both wet and dry.

Human ghosts...