Depths

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It was a curse and a blessing to feel things so deeply

All she felt was the sting of diving into the unwelcoming depths that perhaps weren't even there, but she didn't mind.

Because she didn't believe in the surface.
It did not exist to her, she did not belong there.
The surface was a place of empty words and superficiality. 

But beneath the surface lied true beauty and pain and love and loss. 
She devoted herself to the depths and expected others to do the same.

She ached to ask things like
what is your biggest fear? 
What makes you cry? 
What do you fill yourself up with when you feel empty? 

But settled for common phrases such as "the weather is lovely" because people are afraid of depth

There are danger in the depths
Danger in opening yourself up, so completely v u l n e r a b l e.

Once you dive into the depths, the surface seems so far.

She dived into the depths not caring if she drowned in them,
as
long                              
as
she
remained
the                
depths         




                                       surface
                                the
                          to
                   float
         didn't 
and 

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  1. UnknownApril 24, 2014 at 10:01 AM

    This was a very very powerful post! I absolutely loved it! You're an amazing writer. Don't forget it.

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