Conversations We Could Have Had (A Series)A Story by amomentforus1/Blue like the ocean or blue like the sky? It is the same difference, one is just upside down. You don’t mean that. I could. One is just saltier, that is the only difference. It hurts our eyes to look through it. Eh, you can’t open your eyes to something you are already in the middle of anyways. Are we all blind then? Probably. I hope I am, I don’t want to see anything you can’t. But maybe you could just see more. What would be the point if we aren’t looking at it together. I don’t know, I could still feel it I think. Groping around,-- No, I would guide you. You’d get tired. Not because of you at least. At least. What is a river then? Rivers aren’t blue. They are clear and we run right through them or they are brown and mucky and act as more impassable borders than walls ever could. I saw a blue river once. No, you didn’t. It made me sad. All the blue and nowhere to go except forward. It was lucky you know, it was still going to meet the sea in the end. The ocean was miles away though. It was going to take years. Years aren’t always so bad. We couldn’t know could we. No, I guess we never got that chance either. © 2024 amomentforusReviews
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StatsAuthoramomentforusNew York, NYAboutamomentforus is a writer/poet from NYC. She explores the intersection of memory and identity through character explorations highlighting human desire and motivation. With a background in Psychology an.. more..Writing
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