Soon as you resurface everything pauses
Soon as you reappear, clarity and chaos return to my vast mind
Back to the texts. Back to the calls. Back to the hangouts.
But for how long shall we taste before we claim the whole meal?
How much surface do we need to beat before reaching for what's beneath the way we stare into each other's eyes.
How long—do we wait to jump off the ship—because we're too scared of sinking.
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'19' Last Days Of Being a Teenager |Memoir
Non-FictionNotes on Coming Of Age and stuff.
