Bottles crashing at the beach, filled with lost souls.
I break them free, the wounded gets healed.
Then, they wander in search of another shore.
But I am in the same place...
Watching these bottles come to me.
Maybe I'll break myself down, and jump into one.
Go to the place I dream to see.
Will you be there?
Will you recognize me?
Who are you...?
Do you see me?
I am not sure I am confronted by the same person I adored.
Maybe the bottles were rusty,
Or one of us changed for sure.
So, to the ocean I go again.
I got here a little late.
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CATHARSIS
Poetry[The cover art here is an amazing painting by Tullius Heuer. You can find more of his works here: https://tulliusheuer.com/] the word, catharsis, means 'the process of releasing, and thereby providing relief from, strong or repressed emotions'. [Ye...
