ethereal presence } { saoirse/myla

And the girl of the sea has found her way home-

I am left tip toeing across heat spread sand along the shoreline of a place that once was in the past. Counting three- four- five- five weeks since the cool sea breeze sent slight chills running across my delicate skin. The smell of the ocean hurdled me back to a life lived in District Four, one that was spent almost two decades running along the shoreline. The crystal ocean thrashed along the sandy beach, the undertow catching at the tips and balls of my feet, until I was completely submerged underwater only up to my ankles. And as the wave receded back from which it came I was left standing in white foam that bubbled away and feet covered in the light brown sand that dragged them under.


Silver linings traced the clouds that held a light behind them. The light that has been hidden for seemingly years, never once showing its true form. For it hides behind a blinding radiance of shine that marks the eyes with a kiss of lies and deceit. And never once in my life has it ever been made true and clear, only protecting itself from the world that lies beneath it. Perhaps it was for the best though, never seeing things for their true self?


[Because living a life in the comfort of your own imagination, where the paradise runs free at your leisure along with you. Chasing your footsteps with every trodden trail you leave behind in your wake, because you simply don't care. As long as you get to where you're headed, then nothing else matters.]


A storm rages on in the distance, and the sight of rain as it travels from the dull gray clouds is oddly comforting. A gentle breeze picks up where it has left off and I find myself sitting upon the glistening sand. The wave pulls me in, gracefully hugging my feet as my attention focuses on nothing in the distance. And it's an odd feeling really. An ethereal presence, one that crawls up my spine, forces itself upon me, clinging to my mind but I can't necessarily place my finger directly onto it. But I didn't mind it, so I didn't try.


A quiet sigh manages to escape from my slightly parted lips, and I can feel it coming closer, but my gaze never shifts from the beautiful ocean that reminds me of a life that once was.