“…the sea’s only gifts are harsh blows and, occasionally, the chance to feel strong. Now, I don’t know much about the sea, but I do know that that’s the way it is here. And I also know how important it is in life not necessarily to be strong but to feel strong, to measure yourself at least once, to find yourself at least once in the most ancient of human conditions, facing blind, deaf stone alone, with nothing to help you but your own hands and your own head…” – Primo Levi
May 26, 2018
I’ve crossed the line. A line I should’ve never thought. The only thing above falling in love. This is the first time I’ve experienced true regret, and perhaps in the far future again, as I re-read this entry. I’m fine with that. What I can’t find comfort in is the mental, and it would be naive to attempt to seek refugee within myself. For my vessel has abandoned me, betrayed me right before my very eyes. This is surprisingly disheartened, and I prefer as the past, to sleep eternally. Can I sell my limbs, my organs, gray matter? To accept I’m truly starting over in solitude is terrifying slightly. invigorating as well. Shedding skin with each step. From this moment on, it’s only we.
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