Desire

Sometimes I desire to be a river, the river of life, meandering through gorges, valleys and trenches, providing life to millions of creatures. On such days I am Generous.

On some days I want to be sky. Limitless, boundless, sacroscant. On such days I am Mystical.

On some days I desire to lay like there is nothing going on in this world. On such days I am Oblivious.

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