the Stream

You know it’s like I really really really want water, and I am sitting near a stream.  And if I drink the water I think it would be bad for some reason but I can’t remember why.  And when I look away I start to forget about needing to drink, but sometimes I get so thirsty and sometimes I accidentally turn around.  And there is the stream and it’s so beautiful, and I want to drink, but I can’t.  But I can’t remember why.  And I am so thirsty.  And I want to cry but I don’t have any tears. My lips are chapped.

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  • The Girl

    Just kiss the stream and follow it to learn why.

    Quit trying to resist so much – you’re just torturing yourself.