Go and hit me. Overwhelm me, like a really powerful wave would do.
Drag me out to sea. Give me a taste of what it feels like when you are drowning.
But then, after all of it, let me re-emerge. Let me breathe in and breathe out. Make me feel truly alive.
I wish I could forget how to swim. How to stream quietly between two banks day after day.
I wish I could just overflow, like if I was a rebel river.
I wish we could just constantly influence and agitate the tides. Letting myself go, together, with you.
About the Creator
Simona V
I will just seat in front of a blank page, my fingers on the keyboard, trying to let things out. A stream of consciousness, pretty much.
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