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The rough but certain days calm waves brushing the shore of my shoulders.It hurts once getting washed coldly but most of the time more than just a soothing ‘embrace’.

Had i been ‘embraced’ by waves too long and that i’ve forgotten self as the bare shore?’How long can i hold on to this ?’ ,the whistling sand carries this always.

My responsible is to protect whatever laid on my land with the only bareness collected from the day i was formed.However all the ‘ShouldS and MustS’ are often drowned by the calming sound of the waves.Little by little.Day by day.

Knowing someday i can get ‘bare and thin’ to non existence but still im not moving an inch from the waves.

Lost that i am now in the sea of love but i know of no regrets.

picture: Rabbit bubbles from watermelon drink.