You move between two states, awake then asleep in your mind. As you consciouness rocks back and forth your mood shifts with it like the wash of the tide over the whispering sand. First drunkenly happy, the next strangely soulful and reflective. The next swing is deeper–pensiveness fades to morosity, a deep black pool of empty sorrow.
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