I recently joined an online freelance writing organization called Helium. I look forward to providing you with teasers of my work every week. I hope you enjoy this piece!
Title: Fixed Thoughts
I can almost hear the crashing of the waves on the sand and the wind blowing through the palm trees. If I sit here long enough . . . I can almost hear it. Maybe I can find my way back if I stay here, in the dark, staring at the trinkets and memories of days gone by. Maybe . . . it might work.
What is so soothing about this? What is so enticing about sitting in my living room, in the dark, with the only light coming from my china hutch and a small tea light on the end table? I know what it is. It’s the idea of it. It’s the notion that when I stare at the butch grass pots and the sand filled vases showcased in my hutch, I feel like I am still there, only inside instead of out by the ocean. It’s the feeling that I get from the tea light hidden behind a vase filled with rocks; almost like . . . like my own little piece of an enchanting island . . . an island that is thousands and thousands of miles away. Maybe if I sit here for the rest of my days, my memory will overcome the present and I will actually be there.
But why would I want to do that?
Please go to http://www.helium.com/items/1031090-almost-crashing-waves-blowing to finish reading this article.
No comments:
Post a Comment