I like standing on bridges and feel the water rush beneath me.
A bit unsure about which view I prefer facing,
the one where the water rushes towards me and makes me feel like a fighter,
or the one that flows away from me and makes me feel lighter.
The irony is, the non existence of a choice, an aphorism of my life;
It's not a dilemma, I have always swam in still waters looking up at the sky.
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