Sleeping Sea

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By opening your eyes to the big picture, it blinds you. Suddenly, you can't focus on all the details, certainly not all at once. And while you sit there drenched in saltwater, black waves engulfing your crossed legs drowning you from the waist down, your mind swims away towards the swathe of light glittering starlight reflections on the midnight ocean. Your eyes, helpless, forced to take in every micrometer of magnificence taking life before them. And your empty head now a useless vacant motel room of flesh and bone, walls that used to support and protect an entire universe, now a balloon of thin skin innanimately controlling slabs of meat joined together with brittle bones.

"I'm not alone..."

- CM

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