Black skies, night breeze, liquid moon. Darkness under, over, around you. A fear re-experienced on a ferry, a cruise, a trip to the beach. No matter how harmless the location, it finds its way back. When your feet disappear in the murky sea, when the waves open up and swallow you under, when the motions … Continue reading #25: The Wide Ocean
The last bell rings. You watch them pass by, wordlessly, sharing in something more than their cerebral spinal fluid. You envy their silent solidarity.
starstruck coated sparkling golds and silvers lathered platinum angels and anticipated arrival but as it came I turned starstruck conscious of the world but focused on a moment that's fleeting nature confounded me and I must oust the memory from my mind before it consumes me.