sweet ocean. or salty?
the ebbing and flowing tide, the constant but unpredictable nature. you never fall behind. i am always standing at the shoreline, gazing out into the sea. sometimes i go in, the water up to my knees.
is it fear? is it apathy?
that keeps me here.
keeps me near the shore.
i will never drown, but i will never swim.
is there still happiness within this frame?
as the waves erase the names.
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