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.
I write! I write about life, love, relationships and fear. To find the freedom, whatever that may be…