These past few days have been selfishly hot. The sun is relentless in his quest to drain the energy from this town, and I can't tell if it's the heavy air or heavy thoughts that are perched so happily on my chest, but it's making it nearly impossible to breathe. I lay in my sweltering room far into the night, begging the cool night air to advance and bring me sleep. The heat has made dozing short and fitful. The swirling thoughts that fill these hours are dizzying and relentless; they creep into my dreams and steal my peace.
I long to dive into the foggy lake I used to love. I miss the cool water slipping across my skin, from finger tips to toes, swallowing me whole - wishing for the short moment I'm underwater that I would in fact be devoured, and never surface to face the cruelty of the world again. But I always come up for air, reappearing as a small blip on the line between bliss and reality.
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