Sea Glass

Sometimes, I get this overwhelming feeling…

that my blood is turning into cement and I become weighed down with memories. All I can do is wait for it to pass, my heart feels like the pull between the ocean and the moon.

Throwing itself out and reeling itself back in over and over, washing over sharp memories until the edges are dull and smooth and picking them up doesn’t hurt anymore.

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