chelseahodson
chelseahodson:

Inventory #460: Three small notebooks
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REGARDING FACE DOWN
You and I found each other at the same level—below sea. We’re eye to eye with feet in sand and the knowledge that we’ll never be a certain kind of dweller. It’s not that we’re actively anchoring, just beneath. I spend days collecting your data, aphorizing marine life, sketching a balcony that we might never see again, maybe never saw.

chelseahodson:

Inventory #460: Three small notebooks

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REGARDING FACE DOWN

You and I found each other at the same level—below sea. We’re eye to eye with feet in sand and the knowledge that we’ll never be a certain kind of dweller. It’s not that we’re actively anchoring, just beneath. I spend days collecting your data, aphorizing marine life, sketching a balcony that we might never see again, maybe never saw.