The beach.
It's not so lonely now, is it?
You stand at the foot of the shore. Staring at the waves. The tides have settled a little. You can't help but to notice the second reflection in the water.
Although the reflection is larger then you, it's softer. It's presence graces the water in such an easing way. It's as if the ocean is still for this very moment.
A glance to the other that owns the reflection.
Are they lost too? Or were they here by choice?
Suppose it doesn't matter right now.
For the time being, you can enjoy the water together. The smell of sea salt and refreshing air drift along the beach.
You look further into the horizon. The fog has cleared just enough to see the light house better. It's light, flickering faintly.
Maybe this is the chance that everyone needs.
The sun is peaking over the waves in the horizon. Glistening against the water harshly. Demanding attention.
You're still lost, but at least you're no longer alone. Lost and lonely are hard to fix on your own.
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Sickening Poetry
PoetryJust a poem book, mostly small, short poems. Maybe a big poem here and there but This is just for fun. Nothing serious.
