Saturday, January 2, 2016

when teaching me to scuba dive, my father always told me to hold onto the rope, "sometimes" he said, "we get too deep to see the surface, don't be afraid to follow the rope, i'll always be on the other side of it"

blind, grasping, covered in sea weed, i left the world
so broken, so messy, i am not sure where i belong, i'm not 
sure where the surface is, i am following the rope, i am 
finding where i left my body, i am breathing air into my lungs, i am
letting it lead me to where an 'x' marks the spot, 
where i can find
the sun. 

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