Dark #writephoto

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. 

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For Sue Vincent’s Thursday #writephoto challenge. 

Love?

Image by Jake Lorefice

Love is anything but selfish. What is selfish is not love.

Love sets you free.

It takes the form of a sky when you want to fly, and becomes an ocean when you’re thirsty. It becomes soft ground when you’re on your knees, and shadow when you want it to hide in its embrace. Love is a companion, not a destiny. Love is what makes the journey worthwhile.