The beauty of cold breeze watching the shores, with it carrying infinite memories of long lost dreams. Moments of freedom forgotten by the whole. Dreams by souls once written on tree trunks lies washed in debris on white beaches, destroyed by profit and greed.
The ocean like mood swings holds promises of a once sparkle clear sea, with islands on the horizon and the moon peaking through the gorge. With it hinting perfection, like the ones reminded by photographs.
While the moon cheering its audience shines with grandeur embracing the presence of the conscious souls in search of happiness.
A happiness completely defined, a happiness thought by society illuding the majority and reassured by profit.
photograph of the last summer, lingers like stars in the sky, with no relation to the present, as so many memories are tied through this long life journey already lived, already felt. none may ever feel the same, nor would it ever be seen the same, like a leaf left under a tree, through a long winter night.
