Come swim with
me. When you are thousand feet underwater chained to the anchor of your words,
chained to the anchor of your indiscretion, you will never know how the sun
shines.
Whatever be that
reason that allowed you such drowning, are all yesterday’s thoughts that let
you run like a fearless mess for all the wrong reasons. Sunlight ripples its
way into the darkness to uncover the ghosted death thousand feet underneath chained
to the meaningless words trying to save the dead. Save your pretty soul. Swim up
and bathe into colors.
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