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The smell of salt is childhood, peace, a serene sit as you both watch others run around, dogs pull to the water, desperate to experience the euphoria of the sea. Strip off your shoes and slip on crocs, letting the cold fresh water wash over your legs, reaching rolled up trousers and staining you withContinue reading “23:228”

Familiar streets settle the soul, sights not seen in a decade remind of the person you were, the path you’ve travelled, the confidence you gained and peace you have in who you are, how far you’ve come. You can enjoy this place as someone who likes themselves, who is truly happy.

Pack for a trip and take half your life with you, maybe even more, unsure what you can function without for a week. Imagine only having yourself to occupy you, what truths would that reveal?

Situations that annoy melt off you, leaving no stain, no residue to cling and ruin your mood. No matter what they can’t keep you, and that is the greatest feeling in the world.

Counting down to freedom, escape, a brief distraction from everyday life you’ve been envisioning for months. Potential problems pop up to disrupt, but they will not win, you will not be stopped.

Bobbing closer from the ceiling, erratic flight announcing its presence from the corner of your eye. Intruder, pursuer, but fear of its disappearance forces braveness and action, clutching the broom and preparing for battle.

Resentment at the extra, even when it’s needed, revenge by producing even more so the whole world will drown and you can laugh as your breath is choked away.

Switch the settings for the perfect result, but don’t mix them up or one will be too raw, unready, the other hardened and unable to soften again.

Basic or extra, what hours will fill my days what plans can I make what life may I live. Why won’t you answer? Why is the schedule something I can’t decide.