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I know you,

I see the purest of what will be,

I am not but a shell that contains the love of my own thoughts,

Is it a trap?

Is it my paradise?

Is this all for not?

What can it be?

I feel the streams that warm my skin,

Yet "unknown" is what I see,

I touch with both hands,

I feel the soft surface,

Its joy floods my mind,

As if to be a storm of love,

The water seem calm,

The epic smooth cool wind is its own hyperbole,

And i see the land from the top of this crow's nest,

I can almost taste it,

Seeing is believing,

Yet I still cant believe,

I cant touch,

But I can see,

hear,

Smell it,

what i still am is not able to be taken for my own,

The cool breeze of your hope is the tingle up my spine,

I feel it,

The hope,

The love,

Yet It isn't real enough,

What do I need?

To have it?

It is right there,

The shores of my life,

The riptide keeps me from swimming ashore,

I reach my hand out to receive the help i so need to swim ashore,

I see all of your hands reaching to save me,

But the hand I am looking for is still being kept form me.