It makes me weep. It gives me peace. Nostalgia. It makes me remininsce, and then dream of an exciting and breathtaking future. When I close my eyes, it lifts me up. Takes me into the clouds, past the stars, and into a vast emptiness filled with everything yet devoid of all sensations. When I reach out, I could reach anywhere, everywhere, but never to the end. And then, just as quietly as I had been lifted, it lowered me down gently on a soft fluffy cloud, giving me a teasing and fleeting look at infinity. Revealing something to me, but never enough for me to grasp completely. Its elusive quality transcends me.
Then the babbling brooks sweep me off my feet, and I float away into the adventurous seas. The sea is filled with mystery and imanent danger with every tumble. In the distance I sense...I sense...and then it's gone. I tumble and roll, and then float lightly, then repeat. Small fish tingle my feet, my toes and fingers. It sends strange shivers down my spine. My heart beats, and suddenly the flower blooms. The waves blow me upwards as a whale exhales. The current increases speed, and I am sent sliding and slushing on the ever changing surface, tossing and turning. And then I am returned to the brook. It tingles.
I wake up suddenly, but immediately drift back into sleep. The playful brook returns...it...something...I remember...Do I remember?
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