Hamnet

Grief is like an ocean. At first it does not let you breathe It pulls you under without warning fills your lungs with salt makes survival feel like something distant and impossible. You fight it, you thrash, you try to reach a shore that no longer feels like it exists. But oceans do not stay violent forever. With time it loosens its grip. The waves still come, but they don't always break you. They carry you sometimes gently, sometimes without asking. You learn its rhythm, not because it becomes kind, but because you become familiar with its depths. Hamnet feels like standing at that shore watching love turn into something vast something that cannot be held only felt. **You don’t escape the ocean. You learn how to live with the tide inside you.**