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A Way Back To My Heart
Yesterday was the first time I really understood swimming. I’ve loved to swim ever since I was a little girl, and I’ve always known the power of water, but as I got older, swimming started to mean laps: going from one side of the pool to the next, counting my achievements in numbers.
Letter to My Solitude
Dear Solitude, I used to be so terrified of you. If I wasn’t constantly busy or taking care of someone else, you’d come around to remind me where I come from. If I slowed down at all, you’d show me how lonely I was. I couldn’t understand or feel the joy of being with you.
Letter To My Past
I hear you knocking on my door, asking me to let you in. I will, as long as you know that you don’t define me. You are an important part of me, but not all of me.
