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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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I am sitting cross legged in waist high pools of space with the world in my fist
I swallow the sun in one large gulp I feel seasick in my chest as I drink down the oceans The sticky feeling of seasalt coating my veins and everything inside me The high and low tides rise and fall in my chest The breathes of the world fill my lungs Moonlight shines from the soft edges of my mouth As I sigh and let out the voices of the world inside my ribcage Floating around somewhere between time and other dimensions This feeling existed long before me It must have waited between planes of existence, God and other hidden places Before it settled in my chest This weight of something ancient exists between each of my breaths Comments are closed.
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