The Red Sea – Jina Wallwork

She has never taken the time to discover who I really am. I am the red sea. Her lack of knowledge feeds her imagination and she’s presuming that the water is red, and the label is accurate. I want her to swim in my waters and understand me at every depth, but I don’t fill her with the adventurous spirit that is required. I’m not the journey she wishes to take. She stands at a distance and imagines that her eyes are open.