The quiet waves outside my window seem more marvelous than usual tonight.
Like a beautiful stranger, approaching after a long night of self-absorbance and
disappointment.

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From my skin to my shoes, I'm made of nature, yet I've failed to become one with it.
Something keeps pushing me away, like the current that won't let me touch this bed of
sand.

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I envy nature. I envy its beautiful features that don't depend on my catastrophes to
function, that keep on going despite my sins.

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I envy the colors of the universe that fascinate me, and at the same time, drag me to my
world where sin is the sun. Where pain never ceases to visit.

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Sometimes disguised in a message or a call. Other times, the shameless visitor has a
face.

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Any minute now, all my aches will erupt, and the beauty of the waves will soon be
veiled.