And yes every once in awhile there is silence in my heart. A hole bursting deep it eating me beneath. It asks, what are you holding on? Love, heart answers. For nothing hurt like love. Painful as it is, burying open wound under the skin.
What would happen when open wound touched the sea?
Like a saline contained, it heals. But saline is sterile, the sea is not.
M.
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