If I were to tread the blue river, I would kiss the lips of the water – gulping all the oceans it carried inside.
If I were to hold its hand, I would catch the nearest ride and bring it away from the lightning ahead. If I were to live the time, I would never pause creating pictures with it.
If I were.
If only we were allowed.
If you would just let me.
If I were to tell you what to do, I would rather put it into words because, like this story, we were written in the past too.
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