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I tend to get washed away on an ocean of thoughts and emotion so strong is the current, this tidal pull away from shore I hear the wooshing develop into my own world

Background noise filters in, like gulls squaking as I am engulfed by this body of my own creation yet not of me, out of body experiences are more common than you would think

I take a drink of this salty brine and realize I’ve taken what was always mine but this realization is on so many levels, an altruistic truism with refined bevels

If they say victory is as sweet as escape, maybe what I’m saying is you’re already late, always afraid and definitely not ideal but it will heal