soaring

When I write, I feel like I’m soaring.

Closest to what I felt that night at the beach when the tide was high, the ocean felt bluer, darker, fiercer… washing over me and washing away my fears, doubts and wishes as I felt one with the universe.

Like I finally understood what it meant to live outside my petty fears and feel like I was a part of a bigger plan. 

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