Stories about belonging

Do I even belong at all?

I see the point where the sun meets the sea, Glistening in effervescent orange, Hues of orange pulp and pineapple slices take over the sky. I picture myself on a beach, Eating those fruits – I look back out, the sun has begun to sink. Relief – Almost as if my breath were holding the sun Hanging, steady, in the middle of nothing, Echoing how I feel; Suspended between my reality and my thoughts, Verisimilitude. Floating – I am a set of eyes, I see the sun drowning, Relief turns to fear; The sun is leaving. Will it come back again? Will I? I am a set of eyes, I see the encompassing blue of the sea, I long to be ...

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