Do you ever want to bounce from one place to another; an innocuous trip to the mall circa '85 with big hair and plastic earrings shaking to a synthesized soundtrack only to be jostled to the inside of a recycled coffin 6 feet under for 15 minutes, complete darkness and stale air and the lingering smell of the body you replaced, screaming with your finger nails against the wood, splintering keratin and mahogany? To be behind a waterfall hidden in Ireland where no one has been in a 100 years, crumbling rock walls lining the black forest shimmering through a sheet of crystalline water that you find yourself walking towards, just wanting to touch the mossy rocks in the cool moist air like it will tell you a secret, when suddenly you are rocketed into a bat lined catacomb deep under France behind a brick wall next to a lost jester in search of a cask of amontillado, skeletal with a rotten, jingling hat of past drunken gaiety in disintegration?
Do you ever discover something you adore so much you irrationally hate the last person you fell in love with?
Do you ever dream about lying down in the most comfortable way, most comfortable arms, most comfortable place, most comfortable pulse, only to wake up alone and your back hurts?
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