Just a little excerpt on something I'm working on. Don't know what it is or even what it will become.
The sea. I always return to the sea. Every stray thought, a road; every whisper from the edge of my consciousness, a sign pointing the way to the sea, that vast and mystical body. I think it represents freedom. Yes, it must. Freedom of mind, body and soul. My soul greatly desires this freedom. It yearns to shed the shackles of society (in truth, shackles all souls wear willingly of their own accord) and seek out the liberty only the sea can offer. Others fear this, for it is a realm of uncertainty. Many a person takes comfort amidst the familiar bonds of establishment. They relish in the structure, the injustice of ordered servitude.
Not this soul, this wayward traveller you might say. I abhor that structure of society, stonelike and forbidding. Instead, I seek the sea, and may I drown in its blissful chaos.
I don't know. I like it, but I am biased.
Pretty.
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ReplyDeleteThis is awesome! I can relate not only to your thoughts on freedom but I also think of the sea whenever I try to express or describe my emotions. I always think of the sea whenever I feel bogged down by the weight of society or of life and I wish I could escape. This would also be a really great introduction. I can't wait to see how this develops!
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