Thursday, August 31, 2017


Some breaks are necessary. The breakwater is often an impasse preventing the waves from crashing onto land and overflowing. Much like life, in Buddhism you find balance in between things. Sometimes if you don't take a break you can get flooded in to the wrong situation. Here's a new one from Immersed... 

Kisses, m.


“Ooh,” escapes my lips as the hot air greets them with the smell of the ocean on its breathe. 

“So are you for real?” He tells me. 

“Sometimes I’m real, sometimes it’s dramatic.”

“Ok storyteller, are you going to tell me a story or not?”

“Alright darling, give me your hand."

“What for?”

Extending my hand and taking hold of his I began...

“The salt of the ocean drips down his chest and Zander Friske thinks of his childhood sweetheart. He loved her more than she deserved. It’s a shame that he can’t escape her memory. Living by the ocean is a choice that he knows too well. But just like he can’t escape his love for the past, he can’t run away from his love of the water. Every stormy afternoon, he heads out into the dark waters of the sea seeking the answers to his wants. It’s always just past the breakwater that he stops short and lets the spray crash against him. There are not too many answers out in the water except peace. The powerful current begs him to go further but he never gives in to the temptress of the seas. Another wave reminds him that much like his past the ocean can only provide a temporary comfort. She’s a fickle mistress, unfaithful but truthful about her intentions. Finally after several waves spray against his skin the memories are released and Zander Friske retreats back into himself renewed.”

“That’s the dramatic part right?” He laughs with a grin.

“Yeah. It’s a bit of a gift some tell me.”

“Telling my own tale better than I can tell it myself is something alright.”

“Right now would be a good time to kiss me, if you were planning on it.” I insist.

“Ooh” escapes his lips.

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