Thalassophile

The wind that disturbs the ocean and caress my skin, brushes through my hair and carries my worries away. On a Monday night where everyone has to go back to reality after a week-long vacation from three typhoons that visited the country. On a Monday night where people have errands to attend to the following day. I sit by the ocean, feel the wind and watch the disturbed strong waves. The waves that tries to move the firm rock that is placed before the brick water. The brick water that is high enough to sit on, where most lovers are found promising words of love to each other-- some words. Soon enough I'll be heading to a place where everything goes down a storm. A place where I am maybe carried away by the wind and such sweet memories and feelings drowned by the water beside them. When the wind blows my hair and my flesh dipped in water, I'm always waiting for the rays of the sun to caress my face. For being alone is where tranquility lies, with isolation exists treasure. This is not how it all begins nor does it end, this is now. This is the now where it calms me down and I am at peace.

(OCTOBER 2016)