I'm dreaming again, this time i'm on the docks. It's an overcast day and everything is in black and white. There are hundreds of ships in the harbour and people are everywhere. Women, men, children and their pets. Everyone is covered in oil and their eyes are bleeding. When they speak it sounds as if they're speaking through an oscillator, making their voices sound dark, gritty and electronic. When I touch them, they cluster together and rub their oil covered skin against each other. When I move, my joints feel dry and salty. It hurts to move. All i hear is a soft wind blowing past me and stirring the ocean. Everyone is calm, disregarding it all. Everything has a slow sway to it, back and forth...like tentacles in the ocean. That's where I want to be, that's how I want to feel. That is what life is.
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