(two-thousand-sixteen, eleven, oh-three

I haven't had the guts to write as of late.  I'm afraid it's because of what I'll discover swimming beneath the depths of me.  I think stress is causing me to be a different person.  I'm losing things, small things, large things... forgetting what I'm doing and where I'm going and how the stars sing at night.  I haven't been up during those hours.  Sleeping too much, sleeping too little.  I don't remember where home is...  what it's supposed to look like or feel like.  All I can remember is the ocean in reverse.

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