Stopping by the midnight beach
It was beautiful. Strewn across the black canvas of the night sky, the stars shimmered and gleamed. Somewhat filling the vast emptiness of the universe beyond, they ignited a warm spark within. She smiled wistfully. Numbing all sense she had of the chilly night breeze stinging her face, she shut her eyes and lay on her back; gazing vaguely at the ceiling of the tent until she finally drifted off to sleep.
*************
The labyrinth evoked a curious melange of emotions. Gripped by excitement and fright the darkness he felt was overwhelming. It was an incomplete world, devoid of something, she knew not what.
“Where am I?” she wondered.
In a flash she knew- this was her mind; the birthplace of every thought stemming from within her. But was this even possible? Was she so deeply drowning in her own world that she couldn’t differentiate reality from dream?
The incredulity of it all was beginning to sink in. She became aware of the power of imagination and the instability of her mind. As dynamic as dormant ; as complex and simple.
She remained rooted; flummoxed and dazed. Her head was pounding. An excruciating pain seared through her forehead and she felt herself falling; falling into a bottomless abyss.
************
The wind was blowing incessantly. Her hair waved wildly, now and then lashing against her gentle face. It was serene and silent.
She picked up a shell. Admiring its intricate patterns, she smiled. It was a slow, soft smile. She was, after all, quite alone in the world.
No shoulder to lean on,
That was a comfort long gone.
No embracing hug, no loving touch,
Though a nameless fear did clutch
And grip her heart.
She simply gazed at the sun,
Kissing the sea; hesitant to part
From the shore, go back into her tent as another night set in.
*************
The labyrinth evoked a curious melange of emotions. Gripped by excitement and fright the darkness he felt was overwhelming. It was an incomplete world, devoid of something, she knew not what.
“Where am I?” she wondered.
In a flash she knew- this was her mind; the birthplace of every thought stemming from within her. But was this even possible? Was she so deeply drowning in her own world that she couldn’t differentiate reality from dream?
The incredulity of it all was beginning to sink in. She became aware of the power of imagination and the instability of her mind. As dynamic as dormant ; as complex and simple.
She remained rooted; flummoxed and dazed. Her head was pounding. An excruciating pain seared through her forehead and she felt herself falling; falling into a bottomless abyss.
************
The wind was blowing incessantly. Her hair waved wildly, now and then lashing against her gentle face. It was serene and silent.
She picked up a shell. Admiring its intricate patterns, she smiled. It was a slow, soft smile. She was, after all, quite alone in the world.
No shoulder to lean on,
That was a comfort long gone.
No embracing hug, no loving touch,
Though a nameless fear did clutch
And grip her heart.
She simply gazed at the sun,
Kissing the sea; hesitant to part
From the shore, go back into her tent as another night set in.
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