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Far from timid • Caveat Lector

Dead Sea

Dead Sea

Eyes well and teardrops flood each page of this well-worn diary. This is just a little liquid courage to scream what this silent mind thinking. It feels as if I’m drowning from the inside out. The tide rises as the day goes on. I find myself wondering what time the water settles because I really don’t know how long I can stay afloat. Are there no boaters on the water? Today day was supposed to be a breeze.

It’s the exact opposite.

The current is currently overtaking me with no difficulties. These waves simply don’t care about me crying. They aren’t concerned with me having to work in the morning. They give zero fucks about the plans that I had made for later. They just do what they came to do and keep it moving. That they did, leaving me almost lifeless. Anything against me can't be for me. This water has made me acknowledge that fact.

I’m pretty sure this isn’t what I initially set out to sea. Luckily for me, I get a little relief on a beautiful barrier reef. Who would have thought that something slightly shallow would be the key piece of the puzzle?

I could feel the schools of fish swimming around me. They lifted a weight off of my shoulders that brought me back to life. I began to regained feeling and no longer felt as one with this once dead sea. The many dangers of this open waters are now forced to stay away. We can’t coexist here. Just as the water had, let me be the one to rise above.

Rise above. Go beyond.

Be limitless. Be relentless. Focus on your focus because in the end, it will be worth it.

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