Desire flows, a natural watercourse
moving towards
an ocean,
a lake,
a sea
of felicity.
Its channels erode wider rather than deeper,
becoming more expansive with time, flowing
more freely
more languidly
more mindfully.
Aqueous immersion.


Written from prompt for day 12,
I replaced the word “river” with “desire”, although there isn’t much left of googled sentences contaning the word “river” in this.


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