Life isn't as different as he'd thought it would be.
On the far shore, he looked back and wondered if he had ever crossed the sea, or did he just dream it.
Dreaming is what he does, but sobriety, with all its grief, felt real.
Life is far more tranquil than the shore he'd left behind, but yet, nothing seemed to have changed.
Or perhaps everything.
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