Prose #1
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I've been watching at the vast ocean around the hotel. The sun is kissing my exposed skin as beads of sweat trickledown on my neck. The smell of the salty air brings me back to the past. How oddly idling as may sound.
Picture perfect, we look so warm and true. I saw you running on the omniscient glistening shore, hovering through the waves of dawn. You illuminated the magnificent ocean, creating an incredulous vibrations on my chest. I longed for your warmth and so I feel your skin into mine, joining you in your serene momentum. I was astonished by our contacts on all courses, never minding the cosmic waves commencing to us.
I never thought those calm waves would outgrow me, not until i'm too tired to withstand the wild waves of agony. We fought, we broke; our storm created more unstable waves. We can never tell. Why did we seperate living in nothingness? When can we heal? When can we forgive?
I'm envious of the way the ocean water and the sand never bound to break apart, not like how we end up way back. Ang somehow, I just wish we didn't end up growing tired with each other.
—waves of memories
