Driftwood
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1 min readAug 25, 2016
Sitting in silence.
Safe beneath clouds.
Careless and free.
I am heavy.
It isn’t that I’ve lost everything I have.
It’s that I never had anything at all.
It wasn’t fleeting.
It was never.
More than this feeling is sinking.
I am, too.
Scarcely seen amidst the waves.
Sea foam shrouds.