it's a story that has been told so many times before
and while the tale is told the same each time it never fails to pull at every heart string it will always bring those with similar experiences to their knees and thus the narrator begins: there are oceans between us, darling, oceans but nightly I look out from the harbor of the lonely seaside town I've built with bare hands watching the lighthouse rotate in the starlight calling out to the ocean to guide you back should you wish to return and while the palm trees sway with the wind and the moon above illuminates my path through the cold, saturated sand I'll stand out in the water all night in high hope that tonight will be the night but I say that every night and as the sun dyes the horizon all manners of lucidly-present pastel my green island crescent is once again returned to life and the day beings anew the lighthouse rests and thus I return home to complete the day's work with each days improvement my mind is settled through work, I am relieved of idle thought idle thought of you and through action I am spared but only while I chase the sun for when it sleeps it all comes rushing back with the moon and tide the memory of you comes rushing back every time and this night, like every other night I wade out into the guidance of the harbor the trees upon the hills in narrow direction toward open water and with the northern star above everything points towards you each night I wade out further the water rises higher and higher with each step the sand shifting below only aiding the descent but when I've gone deeper than the night before I cease, and wait I wait all night long in high hope that tonight will be the night but I know how this will end I've always known how it will end because each day, you never grow closer to me but I with every step I grow closer to you with every inch of water by which I descend is another inch closer to being with you again and on the day when the water rises above my head I'll wait for you to come back I'll wait all night for you to come back there are oceans between us, darling, oceans you below and me above but now we can be together again I'm coming down to get you
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Saya
4/3/2018 10:24:47 pm
Fascinating
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