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mimoore
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I dreamed once I was walking on the Beach , right next to the Sea water , where the white Foam was just about to tell me a well hidden secret. The mysterious Vibe was in the Air , as the All knew something will happen.

Wasted Morning Art

I dreamed once I was walking on the Beach , right next to the Sea water , where the white Foam was just about to tell me a well hidden secret.

The mysterious Vibe was in the Air , as the All knew something will happen.

The golden sand was playing around with the Sun , creating light reflexions .

The melody from the crashing waves was beautiful ,but yet felt unusual for me,eventhou I have been on the Beach ever since.

I was walking in my dream ,walking on the very border ,where the sea water was building instead of destroying the sand castles, walking without knowing where ,

but I only knew I had to keep it up.

I was walking without to rush,enjoying every moment from my journey.

The wind was braiding my hair and kissing my blushy face,AAAAAAa

the Next moment it took me on his wings and dropped me right in the middle of a stormy sea!

The waves were unfriendly,coming from the coast,moving me away from the shore.

The water was dark and deep,catching me in a tight hug and trying to drag me down.

It was the scary and hopeless situation that made me realize I have to do something,panic was not my friend....I had to swim!to move forward!to be consistent!and not giving up!

Many times it felt like I loose control,but even more times I was taking a deep breath and swum like never before,it was only me protecting me from the storm...

And I somehow did it,the sea was getting again calm and crystal blue,the coast was asking how I am..

this exact situation happened again,and again and again,with the only difference that I was swimming out of it more confident every time.

The sun was shining bright this time,I was leaving my footprints on the sandy beach as usual,and then..

right there in front of me I saw a white-bearded sailor shipping his big small boat on my coast..he started speaking to me as he knew exactly who I am..

He told me many things like, do not be afraid from the Up and Downs ,which my Sea brings me,that his beard will never grow more than this,that he can speak with his ears,

that there are many many Seas around my Sea,As many Beaches as people in the World...Many Seas,but all unique.

I asked him how he knows about the another Seas?He simply said he visited them all,but I can not visit them all.

But Why?But Because you can`t meet all the people in the world,you can visit few Seas,decide if you like or not,and if yes,tried to befriend the person living his Sea there.

This is how it works...at the end of the day everybody is living his own Sea Dream ,and watching the Same Sky.

He also told me that the Stars in the Sky are alive,which I quite expected,because they were blinking so bright sometimes,as they talk to each other..

The Stars,he said , are something very special,The Stars own the Sky,as we own our Seas.They also are watching us from the Sky above..

Rarely,only for the lucky ones,he said,it might happen that A Star will choose a human and will shine brighter only for him!

The Sailor looked at the Sky ,point and said...This is your Star!Now you won`t be alone in the storms and sunny days,she won`t be alone in the clouds.

Take care of her,clean her from the Stardust,make her feel loved,speak to her .As happier your Star is as brighter and brighter she will shine over you and guarding you..

I look up straight to my Star...she was there,curiously watching over me,free in her own world,and I knew I will love her as much as I can,as long as I can...

Thank you..for being my Star.

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