Stream of Unconscious

I get dragged out by the tides easily.

I don’t even notice when my body starts to shift against the wet sand

Or when the distance grows wider between my body and the earth.

When I open my eyes, the shore is yards away,

The sky sprawled out on the edges of me,

The clouds forming the shapes of my future.



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