They say - "Don't cross oceans for those Who wouldn't even cross a puddle for you..." But, what if it isn't about them? What if crossing oceans defines who you are?
Swim through the salt. Let it burn your wounds. For kindness isn't measured. It's the low tide that flows back to you.
The disappointment might drown you, Your lungs might fill up with emptiness, But you'll never be disappointed knowing You were there when they needed you.
Let them be hesitant about a puddle, Let them trace their steps around it, But don't let the vastness of the sea scare you, Because ocean currents run in your veins.