Anchor me down.

Wishing things could be easy.
Wishing there was physical presence.
Wishing I wasn’t drifting on my own made up thoughts and emotions and dreams.
Wishing you weren’t floating out there at sea, and that your port was mine.

But wishes are just sandcastles built at the edge of the shoreline, waves licking away at its foundation, ready to swallow it whole.

I need an anchor.
To possibility,
To reality.

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