Some days I just want to dissolve.

 It has its different forms.  It can be beautiful.  I have always felt the original ending to "The Little Mermaid" is beautiful.  The Disney version is repugnant.  To turn into sea foam, be washed away.  Is Ego still there?  Like everything else, moved by the moon and the tides.  Above all else, I want to be on a beach somewhere with bare feet in the sand, staring at the moon.