I remember, I dream.

Here I am, a bundle of past recollections and future dreams, knotted up in a reasonably attractive bundle of flesh. I remember what this flesh has gone through; I dream of what it may go through.

-Sylvia Plath

Thoughts.

I was the Ocean to your tide, 

you kept pulling me in, 

and then pushing me aside.

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