A lot of things. My heart, your will, man’s ego in a universe that is larger than him, earth’s gravity compulsively holding things together, the idea of being present in a moment, the need of a body for a soul, and this stone; this most of all.
Yes, the stone is rather absurd.
Sue Vincent’s Thursday #writephoto challenge
You looked at me. I was staring at the shadows on the long, dark walls. They were kind of intimidating, we both agreed. It felt like we’ve gotten ourselves into something we don’t understand. This was an uncomfortable realisation. We both felt a strange, incomprehensible reason to be. It felt pleasant, and trapped at the same time. So we had to get out of it, and reminisce later. It felt like a joy in sorrow, we carried it as gloom in joy.
We had walked down these arches many times since then.
And I’m not sure which ones are memory, and which ones are dream.
Tales from Sue Vincent’s Thursday #writephoto challenge
Once again you are ready to step into the waters.
Do you still remember the shirlls from past? Do you remember the sensation of being choked? If you do and you still are, ha! I should commend your resolution.
There is something about the water that doesn’t scare me anymore. What would you rob off of dirt? Maybe I have fulfilled my wildest fantasies. Maybe I’m the wind that knows no home. How would you enslave the air? I could escape through the cracks and suffocate you to silence.
The sea was quiet. The air was still. Nobody wanted to take anything off her now.
Gracefully she approached the abyss.
For Sue Vincent’s Thursday #writephoto challenge.