The waves got rough and they cut into my skin. I have to learn to trust the invisible map and begin. My boat rocks back and forth. It feels like I am on a sick angry horse. The wind whispers into my ear. My cloudy heart desires to be clear. There are so many stars and each one sheds light. I felt adrift in the sea of things but I learned to hold on tight.There are so many fishes and I am willing to wait. There are so many faces that belong to my fate. I throw my anchor and watch my fear sink. I will stay right here and get swallowed in the pink.
-B
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