Existence Prose


Being in this world is like sinking but sometimes you float instead.  You feel like one way is up but gravity has flipped while you were not looking.  You swim to move forward but sometimes your fins have been replaced with wings and one must learn to fly. 

Air and water sometimes feel identical.  Neither feels thick or thin.  Scared to breathe in just in case you get it wrong.  Rising or falling, it feels the same. 

The only difference is how long it takes to catch yourself.
Once you orient yourself the wind and waves feel good.


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