Vol. 2 Ch. 2 P. 5

blur, sea, boat, ocean, sailing

It was a blur how we survived each other —
you in your denial, and I in my belief.


6 thoughts on “Vol. 2 Ch. 2 P. 5

  1. Another beautiful photo, paired with captivating words. I just wish I can consider one special but painful memory as a blur. Funny how things we try to control always end up blurry, while those we try to forget cannot get any clearer.

  2. The blur is the best memory I have. It lingers on the corner of truth and dreams. I hold onto my blur, caress it, feed it, shift its shape back and forth. I love my blur, it reminds me of what once was, and reminds me of the hope of what is yet to come.

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