Post by dbkillerex on Oct 22, 2010 5:18:53 GMT -5
Thoughts in the Sand - Chapter 1 "Wanders and wonders"
The shorelines, silent, just until another wave crashes into the sand and shatters into hundreds of small crystalline shards that glimmer with a brilliant shine as they lay exposed to the sun's delicate rays. Their moment of glory, short lived, stolen as they are pulled back by the foam that withdraws into the ocean. Leaving wet sand for us to run over bare...
A sigh, relief, the world was on mute for a second. Sands drift away into the air carried by the occasional breeze. If only I was that speck of sand, so very careless in the midst of many others. But now suddenly all the voices seep back into reality through my ears. I pick up the sounds of small crustaceans and the wind passing by me, softly caressing my hair along It's path- feels as though it was being ruffled by a proud parent. I feel small drops tapping over my forehead in a hypnotic rhythm and flowing down my face slowly, carefully...
Rain?... the thought crossed my mind. Yet the sky is clear, no cloud in sight. I wonder...
Suddenly I recall lying over my backpack and my canteen left open just not long ago, but my memories melted away along with my sense of time. I don't care enough to wake up from my day-dream, since it is my realm - my moments of precious perfection. The waves come closer, and than go away... Like you my dear. And now they carry small debris onto shore that some ungratefully fool tossed somewhere along the road. I can now see the white seagulls on that rocky island close to shore. Same one we used to paddle to all too often. I still recall the water's salty taste, ironically it made me thirsty... But those seaguls no longer fly in circles around me, no longer sing their song to me with their hoarse voice. I have been left alone.
I notice the fisherman standing close to the shoreline, my shoreline, and his eyes lack their prior shine- So completely emotionless. A long wooden stick with a wire and bait is his only weapon and he stares into the deep reaches of dark blue with neverending patience. His mind consumed with some primitive instinct to hunt, to catch a big one.
And while he reels it in, my eyes follow the small ripples tearing through the water around his fishing line... Yet I already know the bait is gone, the fish escaped, never deceived by your disguise. It would not come back, because I warned it once, in my dream.
So now I lay delusional, left to ponder. But than again... sanity is overrated.
And so I've come to a complete understanding, but my will gave in to nothing. Torn from all my materialistic desires I lack the simple ambition to wake up a second day. And now I may only hope to be inspired, but well, I mustn't hope... I must know that my day will come, my time to shine... My small precious moments of glory, short lived, like the drops that form this masterpiece of liquid dreams.
Slowly the waves consume my every wish. And...
I fall asleep...
This story be dedicated to noel :]
The shorelines, silent, just until another wave crashes into the sand and shatters into hundreds of small crystalline shards that glimmer with a brilliant shine as they lay exposed to the sun's delicate rays. Their moment of glory, short lived, stolen as they are pulled back by the foam that withdraws into the ocean. Leaving wet sand for us to run over bare...
A sigh, relief, the world was on mute for a second. Sands drift away into the air carried by the occasional breeze. If only I was that speck of sand, so very careless in the midst of many others. But now suddenly all the voices seep back into reality through my ears. I pick up the sounds of small crustaceans and the wind passing by me, softly caressing my hair along It's path- feels as though it was being ruffled by a proud parent. I feel small drops tapping over my forehead in a hypnotic rhythm and flowing down my face slowly, carefully...
Rain?... the thought crossed my mind. Yet the sky is clear, no cloud in sight. I wonder...
Suddenly I recall lying over my backpack and my canteen left open just not long ago, but my memories melted away along with my sense of time. I don't care enough to wake up from my day-dream, since it is my realm - my moments of precious perfection. The waves come closer, and than go away... Like you my dear. And now they carry small debris onto shore that some ungratefully fool tossed somewhere along the road. I can now see the white seagulls on that rocky island close to shore. Same one we used to paddle to all too often. I still recall the water's salty taste, ironically it made me thirsty... But those seaguls no longer fly in circles around me, no longer sing their song to me with their hoarse voice. I have been left alone.
I notice the fisherman standing close to the shoreline, my shoreline, and his eyes lack their prior shine- So completely emotionless. A long wooden stick with a wire and bait is his only weapon and he stares into the deep reaches of dark blue with neverending patience. His mind consumed with some primitive instinct to hunt, to catch a big one.
And while he reels it in, my eyes follow the small ripples tearing through the water around his fishing line... Yet I already know the bait is gone, the fish escaped, never deceived by your disguise. It would not come back, because I warned it once, in my dream.
So now I lay delusional, left to ponder. But than again... sanity is overrated.
And so I've come to a complete understanding, but my will gave in to nothing. Torn from all my materialistic desires I lack the simple ambition to wake up a second day. And now I may only hope to be inspired, but well, I mustn't hope... I must know that my day will come, my time to shine... My small precious moments of glory, short lived, like the drops that form this masterpiece of liquid dreams.
Slowly the waves consume my every wish. And...
I fall asleep...
All rights reserved (C) Daniel daniel ^^
This story be dedicated to noel :]
