The sea was electric and bright as the sun. There was no color. I do not know if it was hot or cold. The voltage in my veins calmed a little as I rode deeper and deeper, the deepness came on so brightly that I began to see spots like inky spiders crowd my vision. The tides tore away my bicycle, my air tank, my vision. I was left alone in my midnight cathedral, the painful echo of my solitary breathing painfully crashing like jagged shards into my eardrums.
Friday, October 2, 2009
On The Moon
The sea was electric and bright as the sun. There was no color. I do not know if it was hot or cold. The voltage in my veins calmed a little as I rode deeper and deeper, the deepness came on so brightly that I began to see spots like inky spiders crowd my vision. The tides tore away my bicycle, my air tank, my vision. I was left alone in my midnight cathedral, the painful echo of my solitary breathing painfully crashing like jagged shards into my eardrums.
