So weird having a dream about not just being at the beach again but specifically smelling the brine again, recreated so perfectly down to the way it clung to the soft palate and tickled the nose. I could swear I was there to the point that waking up was disorienting. Ugh I gotta find a way to visit the coast again.
Purpose-built for wrong
- she/her
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thousands are sailing
the same self the only self
self willed the peril of a thousand fates
a line of infinite ends finite finishing
the one remains oblique and pure
arching to the single point of
consciousness
find yourself
starting back
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in reply to @softchassis's post:
i feel like when people are deprived of the ocean for too long it does bad things to their soul. also it's been several years for me :C