❝ perhaps the ocean had been calling her name all these lonely years
-- the electric power, the drowning fear --
nothing more beautiful kissed the shoreline than her shades of blue.❞
in which letters are sent between two graduates, but one will ne...
to: yulissawong@gmail.com from: alexis.inoke@gmail.com
subject: i helped you
11:59 PM.
One minute. Sixty seconds. Sixty thousand milliseconds.
In one minute, today will be yesterday, and tomorrow will be today. It's kind of terrifying if you think about it—terrifying in the way that our plans, our lists, our goals, our dreams could disappear in the snap of a finger.
While we are safe in our closeted imaginations, some are taking exams, encountering accidents, facing charges, writing their last letters, or even fighting a war between life and death. Like how you are.
The conversations we had will soon become a distant memory, or worse, forgotten among our lost yesterdays. Gone in a blink of an eye.
12:00 AM.
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