vent.
the story starts. i open the book and read the first few words that are written across it. i feel a lump forming in my throat. a mass of words clump together at the tip of my tongue. i spit them out. as the unknown letters fall from the tip of my tongue one by one, i gasp. again, i gasp. then another for the third time. i realize i am running out of air. i'm searching for something so i can breathe. my cheeks feel wet with something i don't recognise. i look around to see that i am in an ocean, alone. the waves are calming but scary at the same time. they come closer with each step i take towards this energy that pulls me to somewhere. it wants to take me to a place. i don't know where it is. i'm scared. god, am i scared. i feel my feet lift from the ground and i am carried away by the waves. tired, i surrender my arms, my legs, my body, my head, my heart and my soul to the ocean.
—i wrote this while i was crying in the middle of the ocean, alone.
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