I sometimes stare at the veins on my hand, and wonder what it'd be like if it turned to a flowing river.
How'd it be like if I sailed in it with my boat.
From it seeked a path that'd let me to a set of doors.
Behind these gates is the heart of such name.
And maybe on it I'll knock and my legs would carry me in, then I'd search the walls of their heart for my name and know whether or not their I love yous are true.
I wonder what it'd be like. Perhaps then for the wrong people I wouldn't fall.
//14.10.17//
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