- “It’s like swimming in sweet water and screaming “I’m thirsty!” -
Since. The word I like my reminiscence to begin with. It’s drifting. Down an alley. My memory lane is on the back. Around the corner. Where was I? Lost! My thought is on an island, surrounded by pirates. Tossing and turning. The waves are high while the storm runs low. Whales are fine, while sharks mean fin. No end in sight. Horizon’s just a line in the wind. Jump or fly. I choose to swim. There’s no point of having just one right wing. Lightning. Strikes on my left. Leaving me paralyzed. Bull’s eye. Never has a treasure marked an X. Put me on a map. And you’ll see Y comes before Z. Sleep needs no reason. Sleep just needs to rest. I found the track to the train of my thoughts. That’s why I’ll come back with more rainy days on my board.
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