8 January 2013
I sit upon rocky mountain, like pebbles and I sit there in the silent wind, alone air rushing over me.
Cliffs stand tall and slowly crumble. Crisp seaweed crunches. The scene goes on and on.
A storm curdles in the distance eerie silence bubbles, slightly rumbled. Goosebumps tumble up my arms and down my neck.
Sea creators tiptoe to the fine grain beach. Full dreary clouds fall, as if the clouds are broken walls.
The mysterious sea swishes, as tiny boats wobble like laid dishes. I give a long statement, I am not here nor there, of unwieldy place.
Inexplicable superstition and ease as the familiar sound of seagulls brush my ears.
One more moment till I wake. Blissful untold secret place. I am your audience, fearful admirer.
Moments Like These • Opuss № I