One body and one mind, one bay and one ocean, one sudden downpour of rain in the cold, gray city's streets, one blue raspberry river flowing through a forest of non-fictional fiction. One sun-brightened place where the blue waves hit the golden sands like a dream you've dreamt on a hot summer day. Where the beautiful streets and the cheerful town is bustling with people in bathing suits, or where the cold and colorless streets are splashed and the windows become a display of running water, alexithymic raindrops from a perpetual overcast. A bottle of clear and crisp water, it runs coolly down my throat. Falling raindrops hydrate my body, because I'm tired of the dry summer heat. With a running blur of a technicolor flash, I jump off a extroverted pier into a clear ocean, who's sandy floor can be seen through it's crystal-like surface. I fall backwards into popular pools on rooftops, where the stars and the famous people hang out, because I'm tired of critical acclaim. With the post-storm dewdrops that fall from the vibrant palmtops, I'll never dry out like a drip of water into an endless field of bone-like sand. The black roses, and the night time orchids, they shimmer and glisten in the moonlight, reflecting shards of light that shattered on every leaf of the forest, leaving them glowing. I would walk through the forest, but my rain would mix with the moonlight dust and create a glowing ocean that would carry us all away.
My rain and oceans collide with yours, and they mix to create a paradise of water that we couldn't believe. We'd sit together in the tides and current, and eat strawberries that dripped with the purest of the splashes and spray, while my mind fantasized in fake Japanese and dreamed of long sleeves and powder snows, your mind drips from your eyes and bursts into underwater rainbows.
I sail far out into the blue ocean with my friends, because our wings are constructed of the salty spray that we glide on. Friendship is our sea ship, and it's massive and glorious, you be Captain and I'll stand by you and our crew. You be yourself and we'll be free like the gulls and the clouds. You be the man in front, because I'm not worthy of being the protagonist this time.
And when I'm alone, I walk with no one near me... I am a pure white wolf walking across the seabed, and I am a whispering young man, in the windy and rainy forest. Let the rain fall, if for no one but me, let it splash my skin and clothes silently... let me watch the distance as the trees sway, let me see the beautiful dark sky... let my mind rain, let my rivers flow through my veins, let me run through this tropical water paradise-city, and never leave. Let my rivers run to my mind, and then to the rest of the world... because I dream of purifying even just a bit of their putrid waters.
Let me stand alone in a windy field, and watch the beautiful dark sky and the falling rain mix with the stormy winds... let my solemn minutes become joyful hours, let me find the ones I seek. Let me walk through the watery forest, whispering out my mind... let the water come to me in many ways, because I, too, am water.
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