A man exiled to a deserted island looks through the cold iron bars to watch the moonbeams dance on the sea and reflect their joy as rippling light in the darkness of the dungeon walls.
They chase and tackle eachother like little children running in the sand, trying to catch the waves.
So does he in his mind. Tackling the dancing lights, but only to quench the thirst of joy in his eyes and not his heart.
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RandomJust a bunch of thoughts, excerpts and a little bit of poetry from a book I'll never write because I have no idea what to do with these scattered pieces of imagination. It even includes weird scenarios that I create in my head that are totally not r...
