Sinking lower in the water, my tongue can taste the salty waves, my eyes get splashed and my heart is diving down to where the pain can't find it anymore. And I wonder, how far below my feet is the bottom? If I stand and try to walk out, will I feel the cold wet sand between my toes? Or will I just sink a little deeper, while the rip tide takes me farther out where the shore line's just a memory and the waves roll cool and blue and green and the stars swing down so bright and close and the moonlight whispers in my ear and the memories don't hurt?
God, I hope so.
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