Adventura, Poetry
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The first time I saw you after
a year of drought, we fell asleep
on my sofa and I dreamt that we
had never been apart,

that we had chosen each other,
that we had escaped through the
cracks straight underwater and
somehow found a better way
to breathe.

There, time didn’t matter because
there, time didn’t exist;
there, I could spend
whole days wasted in your bed
and they would never be a waste.

There, I could walk up to the walls
of your mind and a doorway
would open up for me,
as it always used to.

I would stay there with you if I could,
I could keep swimming forever

but when I wake up on my sofa,
you’re not there.

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Hi, I’m Emily and I like to think of myself as a kaleidoscope, but one that ranges from a spectrum of commitment issues to emotional hoarding, all circling around varying shades of anxiety. People say I have trouble ‘staying present’ and I’ve found that daydreaming becomes significantly less acceptable in your 20’s.

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