It goes like this.
You find yourself surrounded by the ocean, bright green leaves and players from the beach.
You stumble but falling on sand doesn't hurt that bad.
You see him, your eyes meet - the way your eyes meet with many others in a crowded place.
He says hello to you at a party but it's too complicated to say hello back.
You're in paradise, you should be happy. But you're still yourself no matter where you are. More than being in paradise you're being overwhelmed.
The warm flush of the party surges through your limbs. You close your eyes and stay there, just behind the screen of your eyes.
When you open them it's morning.
Not just any morning.
The moon was full; bright and endless.
It still hangs high in the sky, surrounded by the dark blue of the night before.
You look far over to the East where the sun hangs in line with the moon. They greet each other from across the sky with bittersweet happiness. It's a matter of moments before they won't see each other for another month, but they're here right now.
Slowly but before you know it, the sky is strewn with lashings of pink and orange, purple, yellow and blue.
You're tripping out but this is real.
Every time you look back through the archive in your mind, it's real.
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