I'm hanging on the edge of my seat. Perched. Listening hard. Waiting for something to break the silence. For words, that I've been waiting to hear. It feels like I'm underwater. All this content is washing over me. My ears are plugged, my brain waterlogged , and it hurts to open my eyes. So I stumble blindly forward with my hands, reaching out for anything, hoping that I'll make it to the surface and I can see land. End up washed up on some beach. With my fingers crossed that I'm on the sands of Hawaii instead of the stones of Southern England.
And still I wait. Wondering whether I should dive in and open my eyes, or swim to unknown coasts.
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