A friend told me that there's a god in every river, bringing life and death, and that you can see it in a mirror.
I saw another version of myself in the water.
Heart pounding, beating, crackling, dancing fire.
Laying on the ground, counting clouds. How many?
With no music.
Sometimes dreams get intense.
Mirrors always smile back.
Girls love to dance, and I love snapping pictures of dancing girls.
There were these little kids around, I heard a woman call them birdies. I imagined them flying around instead of running.
I laughed at these weird images and the woman asked what's funny and I said that I could see them flying around. She smiled, just as a mother can, and said I was dumb. I laughed again.
Looking at her reflection she looked sad for a second.
I asked why are you sad and she told: cause these moments are just a burning memory.
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