The overwhelming feeling of vast emptiness like an agoraphobic searching desperately for the perimeters of a dark and ominous ocean, anticipating the crashing waves to come and envelop their hopelessly thrashing body. Muscles contracting and abdomen churning, it's a sight to grimace at and turn one's cheek from. There is loneliness. The body is untitled, reduced to a crumpled package of limbs, swaying slowly down to the depths of the sea. Yet they smile and extend their spine to its full length, forming words with such confidence and volume, surrounding themselves with mirth and distractions, even though they feel complete isolation, longing and discomfort. It's a wonder that we put ourselves in such impractical situations to being with. We do it because it's impossible not to submit ourselves to one of the greatest emotions a person can experience. But nothing is free.
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