Like a River

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Definitely a wreck.

I was definitely a wreck.

It’s so funny how people find you when you’re not doing too well. Thought I should’ve been avoided, was so caught up in my own extremes. But you; a friend. Calmer than a lake, collected like a river, a body of water that stopped me from drowning — ironic tendencies that define the world for all that it is. Nothing like how I saw it.

People are incredible, how they can keep still in such chaos. It was late and cold and blood was everywhere — yet you saw the magic. Your eyes widened at the beauty of emotions and you turned to me, a stranger, and shared that passion. Taught me to live in the moment, taught me that I could just let everything go and see what was right in front of me. Calmer than a lake, you kept me grounded. Still. At peace, like it was okay, like I belonged. Like nothing else in the world mattered because I had finally floated.

People are incredible, how they surround you even when they’re not there. You kept up with me when all I knew was who I was and the grave I was digging for her. You looked through every awkward tendency and insecurity, like it didn’t exist. Like a river, you collected pieces of me wherever you went, dispersed them. Coffee shop. Jewelry Store. California. Like I was with you. And I think I was.

Definitely a wreck. I was definitely a wreck. But you; a friend. Calmer than a lake, collected like a river, a body of water that stopped me from drowning — showed me that I was a wreck worth rebuilding.

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Drama queen. Lover of white roses. Once forgot all forms of identification, but still made it to New York, so also a go-getter.

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Annika Dasani

Annika Dasani

Drama queen. Lover of white roses. Once forgot all forms of identification, but still made it to New York, so also a go-getter.

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