The open salt water provides a clarity to her heart during this celebratory christening of life without his guidance. Out here, flowing within her veins it embeds itself like a barnacle of love; a conduit to an experience that opens the pathways for her to just be all she’s ever wanted.
Ris is sitting on the port side writing as her hair wisps around her head. The sound of the ocean pulsed below while her past fills the journal pages in her lap. Memories linger in seconds; messages in a bottle drifting alone just waiting to be discovered; little bits of information scattered amongst the nomadic winds of her mind.
Between Past And Future
These worlds come to her; dormant and dreaming, her mind open to the possibilities of people and places she’s never known. Somewhere buried in her consciousness, subliminally clandestine; her other life exists. The life where she is no longer beholder to the past, the one she where she no longer battles with who she is, the one that she has to get out into reality not just for herself but for everyone to experience it. For her it’s home, existing in the moment between past and future, as the creator.
Lifting the veil of imagination into the collective unconscious, she scrapes the words across the page like a painter with a palette knife. The words start flowing faster as Ris struggles to keep up, no longer being succumbed to the past that she can’t remember but to a future in which she is no longer just an observer.
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