š Oceans Donāt Clean. They Absorb.
š Oceans Donāt Clean. They Absorb.
You call it washing away.
I call it taking in.
Nothing disappears out here.
It just changes pressure.
Changes depth.
Changes how long it plans to stay.
Currents donāt erase mistakesā
they memorize them.
They carry fragments across hemispheres,
stitching histories together with salt and time.
What sinks doesnāt vanish.
It settles.
Layer by layer.
Like sediment learning patience.
You poured excess into me
and mistook my size for forgiveness.
But volume isnāt mercy.
Itās capacity.
Every spill becomes instruction.
Every plastic thread becomes a timeline.
Every chemical learns how to wait.
I donāt scrub myself clean.
I integrate.
The surface looks calm
because the work happens below sight.
Because digestion isnāt spectacle.
Because absorption is quiet.
You watch waves and think renewal.
You donāt hear the weight beneath them.
I am not a reset button.
I am a ledger.
And I am still counting.
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