i wonder if the ocean nipping at my heels is really pleading for me to unleash it from its prison, asking me to grab the shore and rip it and help it escape. i wonder if it expects me to scratch my knees on rocks and to let water stream into my lungs so it can leave, the screaming of the waves becoming voices as i try to pull my paper body out of a current.
it has too high expectations for me.
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if i could fly,
-s. x
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