The Morning After
2011-02-24 @ 14:39:03
Smudge of blue and black. The sheet is swamped.
Do I really want this?
The furious flurry of opaque circumstances comes and weaves like weeds
in wherever I go.
I've been there before and it was terrible...
The tall grass, torrid sand beneath my feet stereed my reflex.
The shrilly sound from far away and the seabirds made me think about how fulmars must have craved for food.
The cloudy water full of dead fish and the presence of naked rocks filled me with sadness.
'What am I to do now?' - I said to myself.
Then the heat became unbareable, in spite of cool breeze from the sea.
I thought I saw blurred shapes of white topgallant sails far away but after some time the shapes changed their colour and turned into clouds.
I waited where you left me.
I tried to move on, forgetting what we had waited for but shadows were putting their tongues in my cheek.
Every step I took, was in vain.
I fell asleep restless.
I had been waking up, day after day unchanged.
Waves soothed my sunburnt feet and I was lying all afternoon with trembling heart...



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