Salvation
by All Mighty Me
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Those were beautiful days, at the sea, so carefree... without
responsibilities. Only you and I -- and the radiant flowers you
brought me every morning. Beautiful: the rising sun and the slow,
sinking sunsets. The beginning of each day was like a new page in
our lives, and the end brought new horizons into sharper
relief...
Night isn't evil. Its poesy is within itself, composed of starts.
The cool, refreshing breeze encourages thoughts of love. This is
what it is, what it ever was.
Once, you asked what the sea represents for me. I couldn't answer
then. But now I can; it's our love, so wild and uncontrollable,
like the sea waves. They can kill or revive. They can express
passion or hatred. An element.
It's possible: you were my life. In the day, only with you, the
night only about you. I loved you, and our extraordinarily stupid
conversations, incomprehensible to any logically thinking mind.
But isn't that the essence of love, after all?
Our love was illogical, unpredictable, unthinkable... but our
rational minds are only an insignificant drop of water in the sea
of our true selves, and that primal feeling we shared. The sea is
not only a blob on the map, starting here, ending there -- it's
space.
For those that don't comprehend love as freedom, as an
impenetrable, sacred space created by 2 people sharing an
emotion, for those that don't regard the sea as wild, untamed
water: you haven't yet tasted true love, haven't had such a deep
connection with another being. A connection so profound and
overwhelming that you seem to be one, you don't know anymore
where you begin, and where the other person ends.
I know that you understand me perfectly well. You are free like
me, free with me, like the uncontrollable waves of water and the
hot, scented wind.
Those days, they weren't only a challenge.
They were salvation.
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