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Prickly morning sun strings up the hair on her arms as she gazes, watching the waves bobble and weave and listening to their dead seashells and shellfish; ricketing and momentarily floating. For a moment, her heart is the ocean.   Always beating and providing life without knowing why. She sighs and begins to forget she is lost-- The synthetic shores of everyday life at her backfoot,    the burning sand ridden with childhood memories. She slowly allows it to dissapear and recaptures a piece of her self                                                               in return; Belonging to this ocean as much she does the sky it reflects. Calling, lamenting her name without a word, the ocean      lullabies her soothing sighs, falling rythmatically now-- Raindrops disinter the clouds and tickle the rythm      of her pulse. Soft, soft backing instrument to her final             calling. There is no need to look around again;    There is no guard in sight. The prickly sunshine fades   To ruthless cold air and she walks forward, mouth agape         and ready For the ocean to swallow her and recapture her, entombed,      enwombed forever more.
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Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 1:58 AM UTC
A whole ocean reflected in a falling raindrop
Prickly morning sun strings up the hair on her arms as she gazes, watching the waves bobble and weave and listening to their dead seashells and shellfish; ricketing and momentarily floating. For a moment, her heart is the ocean.   Always beating and providing life without knowing why. She sighs and begins to forget she is lost-- The synthetic shores of everyday life at her backfoot,    the burning sand ridden with childhood memories. She slowly allows it to dissapear and recaptures a piece of her self                                                               in return; Belonging to this ocean as much she does the sky it reflects. Calling, lamenting her name without a word, the ocean      lullabies her soothing sighs, falling rythmatically now-- Raindrops disinter the clouds and tickle the rythm      of her pulse. Soft, soft backing instrument to her final             calling. There is no need to look around again;    There is no guard in sight. The prickly sunshine fades   To ruthless cold air and she walks forward, mouth agape         and ready For the ocean to swallow her and recapture her, entombed,      enwombed forever more.
#ocean#suicide#rebirth#trauma#rest#sad#mirror#depression#sea#drown
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Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 1:58 AM UTC
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