Every now and then, you come across something so beautiful as to make you wish you had written it yourself. This is one that made me stop.
“I’ve lived at least a thousand lifetimes, walked down a road with no end in sight, i’ve seen miracles in moonlight, and lonely goodbyes”
On a windswept beach we were followed by a pack of wild dogs. With weathered features delivered to an unknown future.
Watching the weather threaten to engulf us, to drag us under those featureless skies. Fleet of foot and bold of heart, outrunning the sky, the waves battering the smooth untainted surface of the unknown, spinning out a maze of different paths not yet taken.
And back to our shield against the storm, that warm place, that secret, magical, hallowed place. We created this for ourselves, built it out of nothing at all. It’s here and it’s real, it stays for as long as you want it to.
I stood in the door frame, looking out over a turbulent ocean, and thought of myself as a tiny…
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Thanks for reblogging this which is, as you say beautiful.
It’s my kind of romantic!
I love the sea. Living in London it isn’t easy to visit the ocean. I have a conch shell. I love the feel as it is such an interesting shape and it’s imperfections make it all the more interesting as an object. However it is the sound of the sea when I put my ear close to the shell which gives me the greatest pleasure. If I close my eyes I can almost imagine that I am walking along the beach with the waves crashing.
I live far away from the sea. Well, 8 hours which is normal by our standards, the end of the world by yours. But I have similar sensory experiences. Your comment could be a story in itself. What a visual masterpiece, Kevin.
Hey! I nominated you for an award!