sacred pasture

-HAUNTED-



During summer days, no matter how calm the seas are in the morning, it gets aggressive when the night falls. Relentless. Disturbing. Just when eveyrthing is dark and you couldn't see anything, it rumbles hard on the shore. Nevertheless, the sound of it is a harmony.

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I've taken a step forward, just a step forward. When I was about to take the second step, something held my foot from doing so. And its all I had to see to refarin from moving away, stay for a while and try to figure things out more vividly.

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I've lived in dark shadows, where I held on to nothing but the hope, that maybe, just maybe, someone would rescue me. But it didn't happen. For I have not shown the world how agonizing the confusion in me. Yet I stood in the middle of that darkness, took all th bravery I could get and started walking towards an unknown direction. And after a few tears, scars and bleeding wounds... I have finally come to the light. And now that I am here. Why does the past embraces me with enthusiasm? A past that put me in that shadow. A past that I should not cling on to. But I want to stay, atleast for a while. Atleast for now.





Have I really gotten out of the darkness?


Could this be the recue that I was looking for?


Does the light that I am in right now is blinding me?


Again?


Have i become an escapist?

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In the coolness of summer nights, where waves are mad and wiping sand after sand on the shore, its sound brings music to my ears. Shouting. Bellowing. I'd listen to this sound for a while. Its here to tell me something. Its here to tell me something. Its here to show me something.