Right from the start, our sickly sweet dream of love — was a wonderfully, wicked misadventure. If only we could wake up — and taste the salt water in our wounds, we might just save ourselves from total destruction.
Our Eden blooms, against a backdrop of sunlight on the Ocean and the bluest sky. Even the boldest full Moon would think twice — then at least once more, before daring to disrupt this horizon. We are fully ensconced in our bliss, stretching out on an empty sun kissed beach hand in hand. We close our eyes and face the sun, all lit up — we greet the suns dance across our eyelids — with the curves of our smiles. The boundary of time ceases to exist, we are here and now — endlessly. Laying untethered from the daily struggles to assimilate and pay bills — and plan then undo plans — or concern ourselves with the still of the night — or the over thinking — the adulting — we just breath and keep breathing. Everything is well, until suddenly — everything is not.
Seamlessly, our blissful feelings — turn into abject terror. The devil in the detail reveals itself, as we begin to sink. Our picturesque beach, is nothing but quicksand — and a beautiful nightmare. Arms flailing, our hands lose each other — and our cries are silenced by the treacherous sand now filling our noses and lungs. Our demise is swift, we disappear without a trace. Ours was never an ordinary love, the tragedy finally complete with cruel irony — having drowned us without ever getting our feet wet.
All the way along each day, we chose to ignore the hopeless mess we made.
The sand resets whilst the sun still shines across the ocean, sparkling like the contents of a Tiffany jewel box.
In the background the moonlight spills in as it always does, as the sun disappears beneath the ocean just like it always does. The stars arrange themselves like the Universes biggest choir, they twinkle in breathtaking harmony — along to the symphony of yet another stupid love song.