filling up so furiously, I can't even imagine going on without you.
like an ocean of love, I am forgotten by all, from the sweeping of the current.
in the majesty of gazing on the crashing waves against the rocks, it freaks me out knowing that the urchins and coral claim their home amongst the calamity and unsettling inconsistency. who does that?
oh wait,
I do.
this morning, no sunrise. just an emerald sea that doesn't seem to end.
I live in this world, this world that keeps going on, even when my head has to participate in normalcy.
I think even C. S. Lewis may have lived here for a while, because I can really imagine most of the things he says.
No one has jobs, everyone is provided for, it's so vast and open, yet filled with so many histories, forests and perils that I can't even begin to know where to look. So I lie down, and close my eyes, and pick up where I left off.
I've lost my head
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