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a sea of green glass
The sea is green glass below my naked feet, I have dreams like this, I weave gray remorse into clouds that hover gently over me, while I walk and walk this endless walk, and if they burst into silent rain I am drenched, aching to look into your eyes that could rescue me, where are you then? where do you go? turning my world hollow, and leaving me missing from within me.
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Endless walk My mind was drifting on the wind, dragged along over the sea until the thoughts circled back to me. With endless energy, I would be able to follow it; simply swim to the place where I wanted to be, where I belonged at this time. Yet I had to face the existence of fatigue that would always keep me away, the fact that even walking here, my head was losing its grip. As I stumbled, I wondered for a moment whether what I wanted would be flown over to me if I ended up in hospital, but landing in the soft sand was nothing near as dramatic. Besides, isolated as this part of the beach was, the strong waves would have taken me long before anyone found me. Perhaps I would end up on the other side, but with my lungs full of water and a heart that couldn’t beat faster for joy. I brushed the wet sand off my knees and walked on, aimless but for the one goal I knew I could not reach. Even if I could, I wondered if I would be as happy there as I thought I’d be. I was always only in one small spot, for the entire duration of one step, and the locations where I wasn’t present would always be endless. Possibly their skies would always be bluer.
