nightwatcher
Standing in a lightning storm: risky, edgy, invigorating.
Those old dusty trophies sit on my mantle like super stars. I wish someone would tell them that all they are are hunks of plastic.
"Isn't life a beach?" Take it in your own hands to decide whether this statement is pessimistic or optimistic. I say the glass is half full in this situation....
When I was a child the beach was a sanctuary. Now I see it as a lie, a place to be free of the steel cables that so soon return at home. So I say, is it better to have a false sanctuary and be ripped from it only to return to the grim darkness of reality, or is it more true to tattoo the ebbing normalcy of despair on your heart for only you to see?
The rhythmic slapping of the morning tide on the boat's side was enough to make me want to stay wrapped in your arms for days. Reality caught up with us though, the high tide soon started and the rhythmic slaps soon became violent blows to the old soft wood of our boat.