Thought flowing freely, the mind is a river.
Stretching its tributaries out into the deeper vast ocean of consciousness.
Lakes lie dormant, collecting the thoughts of others and trapping them there for eternity, but never to know the truth and connection of the ocean.
Taps gush out these thoughts yet discard them as soon as they are realised. Tumbling down the drain, given to the sewers. Such a waste.
A hero emerges from this cruel and evil practice, a glass catches the down pour. Cradles it, the water reciprocates and hugs the inside. Clutches for dear life then just as all seemed well the water is taken on a journey of a different nature. Cascading down the wind pipe
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