Are you like me?
Do you give too much, too quickly ?
Do you throw yourself blindly at the world, thinking it will always open its arms up to you?
Do you feel the slow turning beneath your feet, the shifting plates? Do you sens the streams of fissures roaring underneath like unrequited love, desprate for somewhere to go?
Do you feel the wind pulling back and forth, constricting and expanding, a perpetuel cycle as vicious as it is tender, like when it hurts you to breath, but it's the only thing that sustains you.
Are you like me?
do you live with the dial turned up at full volume?
Can you taste the salt of the sea when you're miles inland and the ocean feels like a fractured memory?
Are you like me ?
Are you alive or just pretending?
Ph. © Emilie Ristevski - "Where the mountains meet the sea"
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