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pulsating veins, expansion of body, coarseness of hands, sweated palms and heightening hairs on my arms and feet. my fingers extend, i point with my index finger to the horizon, i tread on familiar and unfamiliar paths with each awkward and fervent step that i take. while the skies at this night may be cloudy, i opened my eyes to the visions, to the images of gulls that flapped their wings by the river, they flew in a group together, as if migrating south for the winter. yet they were flying towards something familiar, something that they had seen before. and i became a gull, quickly moving my mouth to the tongue of birdsong. the clouds parted, and in the river, colours of green and murkiness, appeared clear, precise spots of water; as if opening to an abyss where the continuation could go forever. i took each step, each frightening step step, as if i was indeed a gull that night, but i was flapping my wings towards unfamiliar expansion of sky, i would like myself to fly at the pitch black of night, for my nostrils will be able to absorb the clarity and pureness of open atmosphere. i will have no stars and the night will be my guide, and i hope for it to rain onto me, as if my body being in complete transcendence with the environment that surrounds me. i will be a lost gull, a lost bird, looking for his place to go, looking for his sun. but i would wish to arrive at dusk time, so that i can open my eyes once again to the slowly descending sunrise as it makes way for the moon to appear and glow over every stretch of land, every imprint of humanity, and every fabric of industrialization...

or i flash another image where i am completely naked in a jungle and everything is still, save for the quiet sounds of frogs or insects. but i am there in a jungle, surrounded by green tinged leaves and the highest trees that extend so far, they could get lost in the heavens. i would like to follow a natural path, a dirt path, and i would like to find a clearing with a great waterfall, water falling so quickly, breathing so freely, an oasis of purity. approaching this waterfall, i would step inside to the falling water cloud and i would let my body soak every inch of my being, the coldness of wet would be inside me, and it would chill myself down to the core, to the heart of me. i would hear the water droplets grace my ears and i would be in the natural symphony of stream and flow, i would feel myself as if being on some road where i have a plan, or an idea of where i am going and who is going there with me. i walked along the river front this night, and for a brief minute, i put my mind into the eyes of the gulls, and the destiny to find my sun, or, perhaps my open clearing ripe with vegetation, and ininhabitated with clear, and soothing water.