Diving

What if we knew which 
ones were our soulmate?
What if it was indefinite?
Hidden truths tattooed to
your wrist or written in 
a pitch black sky with a
single star, a clear guide. 

We’d all know so early,
or perhaps that would
be part of the journey. 
I feel as though earth 
still has her methods,
with the unfamiliar 
pool in your lungs,
drowning the wind out
with the echo of a dive. 

– B. 

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