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I can hear the sounds.
I can see the sights.
I can feel the waves and the beats to my heart.
Trembling inside.
Now big like a balloon with no space.
Suddenly into the sky with no confines.
I sink to the bottom of the sea in my scaphandre.
My thoughts rise like bubbles from the depths.
Into the air, swallowed by the thunder of the waves.
The impossibility to nail the right words.
Why does it all seem to fly away…
None of it is really captured.
Just the imagined traces left behind
Here, in this optional title.
