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The Ultimate Freedom-A Short Story
The salty taste in my mouth is strangely sensuous. Yet, I taste nothing, it’s my intense imagination. The sand supports me, its touch is pleasurable and draws me into the moment. The vastness of the ocean in front of me, dark, endless. My body is light on the damp sand, a fine, gentle, light. And the silence is thick, a whisper.
It’s evening, the town is bustling for the year end parties, but that is in another universe.
The isolation on the beach is intimate, the waves kissing the beach, playing with each other.
I am the only person alive. Or so it feels. The waves greet me and recede, flirting with me. The sea. Black, vast and for a moment I understand what the void looks like.
This is real, and dark, and limitless, tempting, the unknown and for the first time I’m not afraid. There is no need to be, possibly if I was in the middle of the ocean, but I’m sitting on this soft, fine veil of silken sand. I’m home…
A presence next to me breaks my pensive state. My reverie, it’s not an evil energy, it just is, and as I turn, it vanishes, as happens sometimes at this time of the year, when your mind plays…
The mingle of crashing and silence, those moments of silence, as if the ocean is giving you a chance to see what silence really is and perhaps to give you an…
