Wave of Water on Body of WaterIn the gloom of the dawn, I stood on the edge of the island rock. The winds blew across my hair and face until I could feel: my bent spine, my rattled skin, and my chaffed lips. The waves of the sea came alike with the rocking chair of my grandmother’s promise—it flew and died in a solemn state.

It crept in my head until it choked the sanity I held. The swivel of dead dreams, beyond the ordinary flavors of nightmares, suffocated my already fragile lungs. In its slowest grace, it turned my veins into a breathless life.

As I collapsed into the sea, the once calm waves splashed with anger, I pictured your hand locked against mine—telling me I could still stay with you.


Thank you for reading this story. If you want to talk about random things with me, do not hesitate to reach me through my “Contact” page. All the best love, my dear.


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