sliding blue

Sometimes I’m there on the seashore. Sliding from one consciousness to another. Which part am I on? And so I recalled the smell of your hair, felt its touch on my face, the sound of waves, the curve of your shoulder leaning onto mine and line of knees, the sand and the sun veiled into the light bluish breeze. You dream almost every night… yeah almost. Sometimes I don’t remember. Sometimes I don’t dream at all. I may have been tired of running off the surface of reality and I just rested somewhere. I don’t know exactly where.
I feel the sand under my feet and the music playing in my ears. Sounds are guiding me. I widely spread my arms and take a deep breath.
I’ll be waiting. So will the sea…


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