The sea, once it casts its spell,
holds one in its net of wonder forever.

Jacques Cousteau

28/04/2013


I fell in love with solitude. Submerged myself in it like bathwater, soaked in it, let it wash over my skin, crawl into my pores, settle in my lungs.

I inhale loneliness like it's the sweetest spring air that has ever kissed my lips. When did one become the most beautiful number?
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