I'd have died looking out to sea. Carrying the story of a normal life and on the back the weight of someone whose mere existence was enough. I'd fallen from the sky because that was never my place. I'd have died looking out to sea. Young. But naked in front of him I felt freedom. I who always cursed the enslaving world had turned out to be my own jailer. I knew that it wasn't necessary to die to stop living. That sometimes it's enough to be naked in front of the sea to remember that we are free. As I speak to you I realize that I didn't fall from the sky, I descended to him. Now this is my hea