April 27, 2012
There is no shore toward which I am swimming; I am swimming toward the horizon, which flees from me.I am not alone; my head is full of other swimmers.I am not cold; the water is as warm as blood.   

There is no shore toward which I am swimming;
I am swimming toward the horizon, which flees from me.
I am not alone; my head is full of other swimmers.
I am not cold; the water is as warm as blood.   

7:17am  |   URL: http://tmblr.co/ZMe7LxKPtXmo
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  1. lovelyundocumented said: Amazing!
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