keep swimming

Keep swimming. There’s always another side. You keep swimming until you reach it.

What if my arms get tired before then? What if I tread water too long and drown while looking for it?

What if you don’t?

What if I get to the other side and the water is dark and murky?

What if it’s not? You don’t know. You have to swim. You have to keep swimming.

What if there is no other side?

There’s no answer for that and I panic at the thought of being stuck in between nowhere and here.

It’s easier to never leave.

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