I have recurring dreams of the ocean: of me swimming away then going back to the shore. I never get to the heart of the sea, but I keep trying.
Every day, I feel like I want to leave, that I don't belong here anymore (but this is home and nobody can't not belong in his own home), but I can't close my bags (and I can't book a flight). There is my ocean, here is my shore: there is no in between.
I'm afraid to swim because I don't know how to.
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