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Dear dad.

The water dances under my small feet, its flowing so fast beneath me, so gently. The air breezes through me, like I wasn’t even there.

Like I never even existed.

Like I was gone.

I cover my eyes and escape, like nothings real.

The feeling of numbed misery and the dull thoughts in the back of your head.

Dream of a town, a town filled with wonders of thing, shops and café’s and blissful waters to make things exiting. Everywhere u turn theres a new adventure waiting for you to endure, every step you take you notice seomthing new. All in such a small little place. The town called, lighthouse. A name with both faith and serenity.

This place with kind hearted people at the surface, everyones faces smiling, everyone satisfied. Everything seems so perfect, so sweetly sugar coated. The children playing in the sparkling waters, the laughs so dreamily layed upon your ears, the silly screams of that first touch to the icy warm waters. Those soft sounds that bring you back to a time you havent even lived, a time your living, a time you wish to live. Those balmy smiles you feel gifted upon receiving, those soothing smiles that you might not deserve, but you are given, and you are reminded of how forgiving people are of the things they don’t know; they don’t even know your name. a day in the sun, strangers who are instantly family.

An evening walk, the sun setting so gentle on the rich horizon, the fine sand beneath your feet; the lighthouse shining so brightly it could be seen from miles across the waters. Guiding those lost sailors, showing them hope. The sandy path through deep woods and rustic cottages, hidden from averages like I. walking away from all civilization, escaping from pressure to think, pressure to know. Tall trees lingering, each one singing a whistled tune, a love song, a story of isolation. Ironice that those sad creatures that are so trapped, make us feel so free. Maybe its because we feel a sense of highness, superior. My mind wanders, tries to find its way home. All while im trying to dedicate myself to a story of this town. These trees make me feel so distance and confused. So much to look at, so much to feel, breath, hear, smell. Everything, wistfully picks me up and im already gone. Away with the trees at the top of their basinet of green, there arms who ironically cant hold much but themselves. Those trees must be so lonely, so many hopes and dreams but no possible way to fulfill them, that overwhelming feeling, a dead end on a street you used to know. A moonlit walk, a gutting end to a failed love story.

The stars shine so violently, so pure. Each one with its own different shade of color, each one with its own unique twinkle. They surround me like eyes, each watching me with care, all of them angels, with a smerk of hope. The moon is like the loving mother, who shines the brightest of them all, but brings forth the least happiness. But even though she seems so sad, she is there every night, watching her children in the sky as they watch me. She taught them well. She made them bright, especially on this night, I coukd see every star for lightyears away. They all gifted me with that faint glimpse of faith, they all were a little piece of that light in the end of the tunnel, that’s them. The stars, the twinkling stars who guide me in my darkest times. My eclipse. a night under the stars, little grasps of true hope.

This town is unforgettable. Every detail I hold in the chest of all my memories, this town is a survivor.

Copyright © 2008 Brett M.