Sea Creatures

 

The smell of mirth slowly gives way-finally I'm beginning to see that everything is returning to as it is.

Or not.

The town looked exactly what it is, a rugged fog of houses in between ancient trees and urban roads.

There isn't much to be said to this town unless it's been haunting me with memories that I don't have.

It's the road down the circle that speaks to you, beckoning for your arrival. It intimidates me in a way I don't like.

I have been well pressed now, I am invisible so people can do what they continue to do in the mundane.

I continue in silence as the world spins. My lungs give way for me; I breathe for a mind of peace and yet the world drowns me with its mundaneness. 

I guess I'll have to come back for another day if there is such.

My feet are cold with anxiety and the recesses of the past.

At the same time, the present knocks like bolts from an invasion.

This is drastic. I've been made a fool of myself, like an atomic bomb waiting to land on innocent sea people.