Beneath the surface billions of tiny unborn thoughts stir as I sit safely on the shore, wistfully staring toward the open waters of my own potential. Wishing more than wishes that I could cup them in my hand and give each it's deserved attention, but alas, I cannot. The uncontainable cannot be caught like sea creatures and so- lacking sufficient courage to swim among the glimpses -I am left along the outside. And perhaps it is better here after all, for the cold ocean corridors are a terrifying place.
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