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The same plot plays over and over again.
The same characters,
The same feeling.
Unbelievably vivid,
Touching all the senses.
Different situations created each time,
With the wonder of if it could ever really happen.
Unsure of what drives the curiosity,
But sure of the deep desire.
A desire that is made stronger by the tiny unintentional benign buzzes.
Comforting.
Relaxing.
Wishing.
Hopeless?
Never.
There’s always treasure in that quilted blanket,
Belief is all that is needed for the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow
And yet it’s so difficult.
Quickly now,
Pile some sand on.
Surely that's the only way.
Giddy up please.

Tasty