Pumped.
The tide is pushing. The swell's getting bigger and faster with every passing minute. There is raw terror, excitement and deep careful consideration, vying for the attention of my attention.
Looking at the sea. It's not angry. But there is power and urgency.
This is what I want to wish I could live for. If it was this, and nothing else. The purity of a full life. Full of emotion and full of death... or at least the potential for it. Present but not so close. Careful that it is not so close that we make contact. And this is the fullness; so that later I may be at ease, now I am Pumped.
Written for Five Minute Freewrite prompt: pumped using The Most Dangerous Writing App.
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