31. swim thoughts
it's funny how the smell of chlorine seeped into my skin feels right. feels like home. it just does for me.
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i'm a mammal that belongs in water. lanes don't actually exist. we put them there.
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even at 7:05 pm on the chilly rooftop by the san francisco bay, swimming washes the darkness away. i feel just fine as i chatter my teeth, my skin bumpy. i've returned home to the water.
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pre-swim: i feel like a sandstorm listening to runaway, my dark twisted fantasy. i feel like every word in this song was made for me. like kanye is talking directly to me.
post-swim: wow, i feel grounded. back down to reality. i feel like i was in a movie, on miller's planet in interstellar. looking through an astronaut's helmet, ears covered, goggles foggy. light coming from the sun on my left. this is ritualistic healing.
i took a look at myself in the mirror and it was clear. yup. i gained quite a bit of weight. double chin, love handles. let's do something about that. we got to fix my diet. put more care into what i eat for dinners.
wow, that swim just felt like therapy.
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