I live with a hole at the bottom of my soul. Love, joy, hope keep leaking out and I fill it with kindness, serenity and goals. The hole demands sacrificial blood, salty tears and suicidal tendencies; I immerse myself in chlorine and come out with bloodshot eyes. Water saves me; then in the sauna I warm bits of me no amount of affection can reach.
In terms of humanity, I am more than enough. Yet, I am still not worthy of the river, the forest and the moon. I am not worthy of my precious heart.
Had my broken shoulder let me I would've dug grave in the middle of the ocean. Yet, I have to be content with the mini holes dug by my eyelashes, dug in souloceans of precious beings.
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