Drowning was a dull evening sky. Horizons wore all the colors of life. The sea still and calm, held its breath to embrace the death of another day. Hearts are like seas and seas are no less than graveyards. Who knows what a heart actually treasures and who knows what lies deep in the sea bed? No one can but, the heart and the sea themselves. Ask the sea how it is like to swallow a wreck, then ask a heart how it is like to bury a ruin. There would be no answer other than just roaring of a sea and chaos of a heart. Words refuse to speak of aches, screams don't.
'It takes courage to dive into a heart and then wander about in its dark places to find a clue about its holder's secrets.'
He threw a stone into the sea. A splash here and a sinking there.
'Why do you leave your words incomplete? No sequence, no start, no end.'
He asked, finding nothing to talk about.
'How can I explain eternity in mere words?'
She answered in a question.
She screwed open the ink pot's cap and spilled the ink in sea water. Black fluid streamed down the shore, swirled and united with sea the sea. Tides embraced a foreign tide and a black patch appeared on the surface.
'Only an eternity can itself absorb another eternity. Maybe that's how secrets originate.'
Horizons switched into black and the sky wore a black silk. There were no Moon and no stars seen on the sky.
Just a Black, never ending eternity, surrounding and whispering secrets to them.
