πŸ’§

it feels like,
sea voyages,
and islands visible from afar,
backward flowing currents pulling me away,

slowly enough to not lose sight of the palm trees and soft sand,

but fast enough to turn my paddling into place holding with no propulsion,

churning,

churning,

still here.

closeness never felt so far.

sight never felt so blind.

and letting this current pull me further from you is the most addictive pain.

what would happen if i let go?

would you notice?

i wonder.

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