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a r i p p l e i n t h e s e a is as catastrophic as a speck of dust in the desert.
how can a hand change the fate of one being tied to the sea?
yet, there you were, with your strokes parting the currents and turning the tides.
how is it so easy for you to save another but yourself?
why is it so hard for me to save myself?
perhaps i wasn't as brave as i said i was. because, when our fingers intertwined, i felt my breaths return through each space between your fingers. and i was glad.
i was glad you saved me.
but as my body escaped the waters, the sea that had found a home in my lungs started to rise higher and higher. the tides of the internal ocean rose until it merged into becoming part of me.
and suddenly, the suffocation returned. it reminded me that i was destined to drown. i wasn't to be saved.
the currents now wavered as i sat there on the brink of shore between life and death. i could feel my tears soaking through my eyes, yearning to join the seas.
