Surreal Shots VII

He had wanted to watch the sunset. But somehow, he had missed it. The ocean had turned black before he knew it. Like Apollo had transformed into a falling meteor, and by coincidence he had blinked at the precise moment of the flashing plummet.

Now the moon held dominance over the sky. It was a new moon, and this caused him to sigh. First no gold, now no silver. It would be a long, dark night indeed.

That was fine. He had been blind before. And dawn would come in time.

The wind picked up, as though offering him respite from eternal stillness. Did its whispering sound familiar, or was that only a hallucination? Oddly, it was blowing towards the ocean. Into it. Drowning out the waves and making the water a silent, living blackness.

He looked at the ground. The mirror lay in pieces below his right hand. He had cut his palm on a shard, and his blood was as black as the sea.

That was fine. He had bled before as well. He knew himself, and he supposed that was all the life he needed.


Blogger weng said...

yeah, sometimes it really aint pain we're feeling, it's nostalgia.

3:23 AM  
Blogger LisaPal said...

As always, I love the surreal shots...

1:31 AM  
Blogger jon said...

reading your own palm info is so cheesy but we were looking at it anyway...why i dont know. I guess it is fun to play around online. Anyway, I saw your reading your own palm posts and though it was cool...Alright, well...have a great night, I am back to reading your own palm surfing LOL : )


12:55 AM  

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