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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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![]() In my dream, I wander out of a jungle with muddy feet and stiff legs. In front of me were two endless spans of blue threaded together by a thin line— sapphire is the sky azure is the ocean. Clouds drift to kiss rolling waves; distance dissipates in the openness, in the enormity. In my dream, I devour the air,
salty like tears, fresh like freedom. I stretch out my hands, feel the clarity, feel the peace. When I wake up in my cramped room, I am facing the low ceiling. The residue of the dream becomes dustings of frost on the windowpane, from where I see part of the gray sky hanging alone. Comments are closed.
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