I find

Myself lost  a drift of seas and emotion. reality grips me, holds me tight and wishes for me not to let go and I grip as tightly as I can, leaving for the ride.

I wave goodbye with one hand and the rope is lost. I’m swimming alone again; but it’s okay. To swim alone is to find yourself.

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