The waves will discolor me. Like the moss growing on the tree reaching for the stars. This is where the stars look down and watch us like the moon watches for the sun.
They wish just once they could feel the cool harsh waves upon their backs.
In fact, a star once wondered if Cupids arrow is tipped with a poison for some.
Maybe not so much of a poison as it is a disease. Something that only reveals itself after years of hiding, the snarling monster under a child's bed just waiting for the precise time to strike.
These arrows that are coated are just waiting to ruin what once was good. What once had hoped to the vast sea of dawning nothingness.
The time of staring out windows and climbing up trees has come to an end. The growth of the world can leave you far behind as you're stuck in a never-ending loop of sleep and dreaming and clouds far beyond the ground you walk.
What is important is to not get lost in these clouds.
We need to live like death isn't the opposite sleep, and that life is what's really to fear.
Though this arrow is bound to hit everyone once, don't let it drown you. Don't let the poison change your way of thinking.
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