Adventura, Poetry
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Wild

In my wildest dreams, I see a ship
in the middle of the sea – waves
crash, violence comes to a head
in the middle of the sea;

they shake at the foundation
of this ship and this ship,
it quivers back
in response.

Lights dim and flicker as thunder
and lightning crash above,
winds whistle and howl down
my spine as they shiver
up its hallways;

but walk down one hallway
and there is a bench,
and on that bench I sit
and I wait and I sit
and I wait because I know,
I know you’ll find me there,

I know you’ll always find me,

but only in my wildest dreams.

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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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