Every morning, Marla came out to sit by the beach to watch as the waves arranged her thoughts and insides. It had first started as a restless walk towards finding some peace after the loss of her sister. They had been close. Sam had loved the smell, taste and sight of water. Coming to the beach had been a way of bridging the divide to something that had left her life for good and felt impossible to reach. Five years have passed and she still feels that way but there is more. The water had offered her more. For her, there was no greater synchronicity than the tidal dance of the waters with wind, form and even life. That dance shook her too. But it offered rest at the end.
you know that feeling when a word you see, maybe in a textbook or tiktok, and it just jumps out ever so slightly. Like its on the tip of your tongue but you cant seem to graspe it. Ever so on the brink of your memory? Yeah no thats not me right now. wtf is synchronicity.
What the heck are you talking about, Junior?
Synchronicity, Pops.
Well, you better start to talk English-like, you hear me?
Matching up like teeth in gears, hand in hand, like wheels on a bike, stepping together forever, like the ripple and the splash.
Every morning, Marla came out to sit by the beach to watch as the waves arranged her thoughts and insides. It had first started as a restless walk towards finding some peace after the loss of her sister. They had been close. Sam had loved the smell, taste and sight of water. Coming to the beach had been a way of bridging the divide to something that had left her life for good and felt impossible to reach. Five years have passed and she still feels that way but there is more. The water had offered her more. For her, there was no greater synchronicity than the tidal dance of the waters with wind, form and even life. That dance shook her too. But it offered rest at the end.
you know that feeling when a word you see, maybe in a textbook or tiktok, and it just jumps out ever so slightly. Like its on the tip of your tongue but you cant seem to graspe it. Ever so on the brink of your memory? Yeah no thats not me right now. wtf is synchronicity.