Sea of Dreams

I stand at the edge of my exile, feeling the warm breeze blow through my hair, feeling it weave through my slender fingers. I am tired of waiting for someone to come rescue me.
Though I am afraid of loosing myself again, I know I must venture back into the water.
Into the sea of dreams.
For it is on the other side that the truth lies.
The first sensation as I hit the water is the cold.

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[Lucy Morningstar &heart..]

i like it :D