• aesthete_novice 9w

    The salty scent of the sea and the horizon where glee and grief meet.

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    ____POLAROIDS____

    I saw a thousand star in the sky lying on the prickly soft grass. While listening to the cricket's chorus, I gazed at the moon. Neither I was in a mellow mood nor in a melancholic one. I laid motionless on the ground humming an old song. My eyes trying to close as my body surrendering. I thought about the rusty memories which were like mere photographs. Tried to feel the warmth of that sunny day at the beach and some recognizable voices were echoing in my ears. My fingers impelled to feel the warm golden sand but to my dismay, I felt numb cold grass. The salty scent of the sea and the horizon where glee and grief meet was crystal clear in my imagination. The sound of the foaming waves and the seagulls catching their prey were soothing my innumerable agonies and leisurely made me smile and gradually my soul started to abandon my body to begin a voyage to that same beach which was preserved in my memory as an old, crumbly and yellowed polaroid.
    ©aesthete_novice