I have found that I usually linger in the shallows, where the waves are strongest just before becoming one with the shore. And those strong waves hit me, and they toss me to each other and pull me under, teasing me with small glimpses of the sun’s rays hitting the surface of the water before consuming me again and spitting me back up to the surface once they are done with me. And there I catch my breath, and I float on, expecting another eventually but never really knowing when it will hit.

 

~~a message on grief~~carreau3219

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