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The Quiet | Kelsey Writes
They couldn’t find the missing plane & you couldn’t find your way out of the dark. Maybe we lose things because we fear what happens when we find them. The greatest thing I did today was open my eyes and keep them open. I wrote to you in dandelion stems. Giving you a living thing to make you feel more alive. How we live like we’d rather be dancing. How we dance like we’d rather be touching. You couldn’t feel it. I wanted to feel it; I felt it. The plane was found in pieces at the bottom of the ocean. I crawled into the dark with you and realized you had become it.