The sun waved goodbye and ducked down below the horizon. In it's place came a glowing silver sliver. The moon sent down a shower of rays and cradled me in it's crescent arms. It sang me a song, a melody. It was off key at times but I loved it all the same. As it sang and held me up so high I looked into it's eyes and saw the ocean waves. The water came in and back out to the sea. I saw the Earth spinning on it's axis and I saw humanity taking new form. They changed the meaning of breathing and for the time that I was safe in the moon's arms I was breathing with them...
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I woke up the next morning to find my eyes wet. My window was open and the sun was illuminating my room with it's smiling rays. The previous night seemed to have never of happened and what I had saw was a mere image conceived from my mind but what of my tears? Why was I crying?
About Me
- T.K. Rousseau
- I write, explore randomly around the town I live in, and I often forget what I was doing whilst exploring. I stare at the sky, night and day. I kick rocks when I walk. I sometimes miss the mark, trip and fall. I like water. I like calm music. I like loud and rambunctious music. I want to live by the ocean one day, preferably the Pacific. Not in a town or city, maybe a village, but secluded from humanity but close enough to see and touch it. I want to one day own one pair of shoes and live off of what my writing can bring in. I want simple living but the type of simple that is elaborate. I'm rambling on I suppose.
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