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Crying a river,
a sea,
an ocean.

The day has come
to stop wanting the world
to fit my schedule
before I begin
fitting my own.

It breaks me
to be lost,
undefined.

There is beauty
in madness,
in being yet to grow,
to unearth the magical
and infinite.

I am sad to die
and delighted
to rise again.
Destroyed
and recreated
at once.
Unstoppable,
unapologetic.
Real.

I said
I couldn’t sleep
last night,
again.

You said 
But why?
You really have
nothing left 

to worry about
now.

but I am already
in the water,
and the storms 

behind the horizons
do not let one rest.