“I was younger then and easily fooled
and the ocean was deep and dark and blue
and I took off my shoes to let the water freeze my bones.
I waded until I could no longer walk and it was too cold to swim but
still I kept on walking at the bottom of the sea for I could not tell the
difference between the ocean and the lack of someone I loved and I
had not yet learned how the task of moving on is a muscular task,
a skill you need to learn,
as necessary as survival.” (Eriksson, 12)

–from I Go to the Ocean to Say Goodbye

P.S.

If the choice is to move on
or not survive,
I’d rather be food
for the fishes
than to
love you
or miss you
less
than I do
in this moment <3