You

I never want to forget. I chose not to let go...

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My stomach has burned itself into a state of numbness. Self-diagnosis: hopeful nervousness, and I no of cure, except for the chalky fizz of Alka Seltzer I’ve recently acquired. I find this swirly and sandy magical mess to ease the clenched fists of anticipation throwing right hooks inside my stomach. The hissing fizz takes me back to a former self, my youth, when I lived closer to the ocean, when salt and fog lived within my hair, and how, when life and love managed to spread out before me like the shoreline, making the horizon touchable.