I sat,
Tired and lonely,
Heartbroken and empty,
Then I stood,
Weak and feeble,
Wet and cold,
My mind getting frail and cloudy,
Like black ink splotches on a grey canvas,
I had been out their for a week,
Yet it seemed like years,
Time passed and left me behind,
Left me in an endless pit of time wasting,
My face,
Slender and white,
Suddenly,
I saw a body emerging from the sea,
Glowing a florescent blue,
She walked on top of the sea and walked towards me,
She took my hand,
It was her,
And she was much older,
About eighteen now,
I collapsed into her arms as we fell to the ground,
She removed her cloak and wrapped it around me,
She stared at the waves washing upon the shore,
Then looked at me,
Now asleep on her lap,
I was seventeen when I met the little girl and now she's older than me,
This is too confusing,
I thought to myself,
She looked at the stars and told me a story of her own,
"The sea,
It chargers me,
Gives me the power to live on through the hatred and wars,
Bombs, knives, guns and other weapons,
It gives me the power to heal people who are in need of healing,
I was young because when I first saw you,
You brought out my childish side,
The memories of walking along this beach with my parents,
Playing in the golden sand and cordial sea,
Every time I played in the sea,
There was a strange feeling that took over me,
A feeling like I could save the world with just one lift of a finger."
I stared at her,
Enchanted by her words that flowed into my ears,
It was like she'd cast a spell on me,
She held my hand,
"How old are you really then?"
I asked her still unsure,
"Eighteen."
My hand relaxed and my body melted onto her like an ice cube on a warm day,
We slept on the sand until sunrise.
