i chased an eagle ray on a single breath of air the other day, and it was better than flying. the silence, my estranged friend, met me once again. disco fish and other small wonders among the lettuce corals. what dreams are made of.
one evening i dreamed that rays shifted shapes with sharks and we were standing on the bridge of atlantis. you are still shifting shapes. it is a different grin each time we meet, sometimes soft sometimes sinister. i have an uneasy feeling that we are making enemies again.
it is beginning to sound like a record on repeat. it is beginning to feel the same. again again again. its not you. its not me. its both and nothing and everything at once. its this mindset. i am resenting this place.
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