| | On very particular evenings, I get this wishing inside of me. I look down at the backs of my hands, and I begin dreaming that I can walk on the Sea. I get to thinking that if I weren't so tied down by what I'm usually doing, that I could step out onto an ocean and look far back upon the City I've left behind. And perhaps even, that I could step as deep into it as my fear would allow. Even still, just as much as I fear it, there is this part of me that wishes I could spend the night in the Sea. Oh, that I could sleep in the Earth's aquarium. |
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