Salt in My Veins
The sea calls to those born of its waters, a constant pull that shapes both blood and spirit.
Inheritance
I carry oceans in my pulse,
tides that rise and fall
with lunar certainty.
My grandmother's salt
mixed with mine,
a recipe for longing.
Migration
They say I can live anywhere,
but my dreams are always
blue-green, always moving.
Cities feel like cages
when you're born
to horizons.