Swim

Death did not scare her… what scared her was the loss.. the sense of losing.. of dying.. of those moments when the present is a continuation on an infinite rhythm…tomorrow’s to do list is just a fantasy now… a dream..

“Do you know what the best part of that swim was?”
“No.”
“Knowing that you were on the shore waiting for me.”

That swim that never took place… that swim that longed to happen… that swim that would end all ordinary swims … sigh

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