secret gatherings.

These days I've been losing the words to say, much less write. It's as though the emotions I'm feeling deserve a better being to reside in for them to be conveyed accurately in words without losing its true essence. I've read somewhere -I believe my editor- that every once in a while you'll chance upon a piece of literature, poem, song, to realise its words strung together so beautifully it enchants you. And instead of emulating, the best thing to do is to borrow it in its entirety, and hope that someone, somewhere, whoever it's written for sees it. Even if it's a letter to no one.

It was three in the morning that night, just two more fives to four. I desperately wanted to fall asleep but my mind freckled with fragmented pieces of everything. Not quite like amnesia, more so broken glass all disassembled in a room not bright enough to spot my own shadows. I was back online to chance upon new songs, with it words I wish I could've came up with myself.

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Sometimes you find yourself trying to let go of something,

but it's like you've been swimming in the ocean for a very, very long time

and you feel like you belong there.

You are one with the waves, the warmth of the water,

and your body moves in sync with the ocean

and you swim around just trying to stay afloat.

And then you get tired and you start to drown,

and you swim back to land.

When you get there you just feel so heavy

because you lost touch with gravity for so long.

And you collapse on the beach as you try to find balance again.

And then your feet finds gravity,

you stand up and look at the horizon one last time,

and just know no matter how beautiful the sea was, and how it good it made you feel

it was never yours to keep.

Somedays you'll miss it you know,

you'll feel yourself moving with the waves,

and you dream of diving in.

And realise your feet was meant for land.

I'm not cut out for the ocean.

Maybe I'm just meant to climb trees or hike hills or run really fast.

Letting go, it is not easy,

there's nothing quite like to swimming in the ocean.

Just like how it's natural for your feet to find gravity,

it's natural for you to let go.

The sea is the sea,

and you, are just, you.

I have to let go,

but sometimes I find myself back at the beach again.

-Yuna