I was dreaming of how we would meet

In my mind I transformed myself into thick air
and you were breathing me
Then I became the ocean
and you wished to dive head first into me
Afterwards I became the sun that dried your carved out skin
and warmed your heart, 
eyes closed, sounds of waves and seagulls
To cool your senses I became the breeze and whispered secrets
into your soul

But the greatest wish of all, is to meet you in no other form than this one
using everything within my physical power to make you experience all 
of the above
without needing to be anything else but me

And so I keep on dreaming
wishing you will find brokenness attractive enough 
to perceive me as whole

Someone who counts
while not being good with numbers

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