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Friday, November 4, 2011

Dreams I

I was awake. But it felt every bit that I was still dreaming, that I was still in a state of dream. 
I wasn’t sure why but everything appeared fuzzy.  I was running towards the sea in the hope that I would catch you,  but you were nowhere.  You were nowhere to be found. 
But I kept on running,  hoping to reach the sea but the distance grew longer and longer.
I did not know why it was happening to me,  why the distance grew every passing moment.
I wanted to reach the sea,  up until the end even if it meant drowning in it.
But something kept me afar and I wasn’t sure what it was.

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