before
she
learnt
to see
the sea
before
she
left
she
learnt
to hear
the waves
before
they
learnt
her name
she
never
returned
only
the sea
kept
arriving
to find
she
had almost
remembered
her
name
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Something more poetry from me?
or maybe an essay on what happens before any words are written
From Attention to Language, Ep. 1
Many of you won’t have seen any of my earlier Between the Lines series.
Nothing truly leaves — it just changes how it stays.
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This is hauntingly beautiful. It made me feel as though the sea wasn't calling her somewhere new, but back to something she had always known. That final line especially stayed with me. Perhaps the deepest journey isn't becoming someone else, but remembering the name that existed before the world told us who we were.
That was wonderful. You said so much by saying so little!