Sun
And sand
And sea,
Only those short moments underneath the surface in the cool, still waters when my mind is washed clean and my heart can beat without stumbling.
There is only
Right here
Right now.
Some times, there is a quick jab at my gut that says the real world quickly approaches, but they are few, and short, and I can mostly ignore them until they pass. My suitcase is scuffed at the edges, its contents a mess of crumpled clothes and discarded ambitions.
I forget
it is not all I have.
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