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I adored the oak but was drawn by the sounds of the playful sea. And so I find myself stuck neither here nor there because those waves always move me but I should know by now they wouldn’t keep me.

It’s always this impression of freedom – the wild thrill of those waves in the wide open – crashing, lulling and bubbling around my toes, ankles, fingers and hips, and I should leave but it moves me. It pulls me until I am covered, dripping, floating, thirsty, happy, searching, giggling, surrendering, held and left, and held, and … Read the rest of this entry »

My hair is sopping wet but I can’t be bothered to leave my bed and dry it. I have to work early in the morning, and should try to get some sleep, but I can’t be bothered. I mean, I’ll be bothered by morning when I wake up with wild kinks and an impossible-to-work-with mane, but for now, I can’t be bothered to move.

Life is busy, hey? I am not sure where half of my world is; they’re all saturated in work and family or school and love … or something between love and much less. And it’s my fault for not keeping up with them all, but it’s so busy.

Busy is such a distraction, and I despise the word for its existence. Read the rest of this entry »