Sometimes I think that as humans, we don't acknowledge the darkness inside us enough. Imagine seeing beauty in front of you and immersing yourself in it without thinking twice. It isn't simple as one makes it out to be. We often end up worshipping something that just begged our eyes to stay back. Like a poet so moved by his muse that he writes poems for her even after her death, or a lover so lost in the tides of his woman's beauty that he ends up gifting her a severed ear.
As I see the white froth from the seawaves melt at my feet, I wonder if I'm drifting towards the same madness. I wonder if I'm being too morose about this beautiful world.
I hear the waves speaking to me.
It tells me tales of people who sat at the shore, drinking in the breathtaking moment when the sinking sun bathed in the orange water and walked into the same sea when it turned dark.
Perhaps, they found the sea so fascinating that they thought it'd be beautiful to die by drowning.
So, I too, walk forward. I too, walk inside.
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