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Swallowed in me
It’s like jumping off the edge when the grass you were on was green.
The moment I stood there on the edge, the edge of what could have been.
I knew I will never take all that I love back.
Then I hit the water.
Right now, I am in this paradise, this deafening silence, this dark
paradise, this bed of infinity.
I am stuck between drowning and coming up for fresh air.
What is pulling me down?
The depth I would be if go beyond the sea…
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There is still that singular perfection, and it’s perfect in part because it seemed, at the time, so clearly to promise more.
Michael Cunningham (via sweedeedeesea)
