The Opposite of Trauma

Sam Ripples
Nov 2 · 2 min read
Photo by Silas Baisch on Unsplash

Lost in a sea full of
mollusks and the Argus,
I glanced up at the stage
and thought,
“I want to remember every
single
moment of this
night.”

For me, standing in the
crowd ocean
swaying with the tidal pull
of insane guitar solos
and feedback…

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Sam Ripples

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My name is Sam, I’m a writer, and I want to create art that makes the world a better place.

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