I want to go on a trip. To somewhere full of lights, and maybe full of ocean. I don't need sand, or palm trees, or sweltering sun. I like a good cloudy day more than you'd think. I want to lie somewhere, maybe in a field, maybe in a forest, maybe on a teaspoon. Listening to branches hit trees. Listening to waves, jostling the sea turtles around. Listening to bubble wrap burst. Close your eyes and don't breathe. Far under the water, everything is silent except the buzzing of the stinging of your eyes to the salt. Kisses are salty. Lungs are straining. You can't reach the ground.
And if you needed to reach me, I can't be reached. You, and you, and you, you, and you are already there with me. I don't think anyone else really needs to see, we can't be seen, we can do appalling things....
Double letters are my downfall. Toboggan, committee, appalling...
If you can count to four, say 'sunflower' and meet me there.
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