Tonight is the night. When the girl and the sea can atlas become one. Her flawless legs blending into the wet sand. A thin waist, which is clouded in white, disappears into the frothy foam. I watch her go, her blue bodice rolling away on a wave.
She doesn't look back at me standing on the shore. The sun cresting on the hills. I will always miss her, and her mint green eyes swimming in tears of loneliness.
The lost-girl who vanished into the sea without me.
I haven't been writing lately. My computer took a dive and I'm waiting for the new peices to arrive to fix it. I dislike writing on my phone. (The typos drive me nuts and the autocorrects)
I've actually gotten back in to painting. I've been posting my work on SketchClub! It's an amazing site for artists to come together and share. My screen name on SketchClub is: Pandarra.