Sometimes I want to capture something, the expression, a pause, somewhere in time that I know what I was thinking, and it's captured in art form, where deep dark depth holds thoughts not yet processed. I'm not drowning. But I struggle to swim today. And that is okay. Because tomorrow, tomorrow I will not only swim, I will fly. The sword does not touch. The sword has not bled into me. And if it does, then I will fight to slay that dragon that haunts my dreams and my thoughts.
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