water.

 

you gotta fill your lungs with things that ain’t water.

even if there is an ocean at your eyes

let those tears come

and move like awakening.

let them bring you ashore with all your problems and triumphs.

put em’ all on the shelf.

it would do you well to sit in your worry till it becomes nothing

no more than an hour and a shower

and then laugh at how you once were scared everything wouldn’t fit.

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