A wave hits me and carries me slowly under. The water is neither cold nor hot. Pushed and pulled the water has complete control of me. I allow myself to let go. To follow the tide in a 3 dimensional experience.
My heart races. There are moments, brief in their length, an eternity in emotion, that pushes and pulls me. I want to be with you. I want to go back. But the movement of my wave takes me away. Teasing me just enough so that some days i feel like I am back on land. My certainty firmly beneath me.
I am enjoying not having to choose, I am enjoying the tide. I tumble and roll. I feel myself, touch myself, tickle myself and awake.
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