like learning you, exposing me
Growing up away from the water has not meant that I love it less, but that I love it differently. The pull of tides is strong, like blood rushing to my cheeks when hand to hand and mouth on mouth, like a wanting inside that waxes and wanes with the moon but refuses to ebb away and leave me entirely. I am shipwrecked far from the shore, so far ( Read more... )
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Beautiful entry, placing it in memories.
A while ago you asked me how I'm doing, I never responded. I'm doing well. As good as anyone can do. Friends, love, family, school. I've stopped writing in my journals. I don't why. Busy, I guess, with school. I hope to start again.
How are you doing?
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