I have often wondered how a story could change the way someone saw the world till I realised - It could - Till I decided to tell my own story. I have been living on this shore for a while now. The sea is not clean. It’s not blue. This is where everything has happened though. All the characters that have emerged from me – came while I sat by the sea wanting to tell a story that was about making….. somt— creating — happen - bringing someone home.
It’s also awkward this is a story about love. I have told myself I can never tell such a story. I hate the old blues. So there is no way I could possibly tell you a story that would exude such emotions. I don’t know how to love and almost all the women I have been with have told me this. It’s not that I don’t know how to touch. It’s not that I don’t know how to stare. It’s not that I don’t know how to smell. It’s not that I don’t know how to hold – Usually I am present and I cause emotions to come alive. ~ Anonymous.
I woke up at the beach without a cloth on my back. Exposed to the elements. With my entire body covered in sand. And the harsh fish – smelling - sea seemed to have devoured my body that I smelled just like it.
I stood up and I walked right on. It was morning – on the beach – I was naked, covered in sand. I had acknowledged this when I woke up from the sand. But it hadn’t dawned on me that I was naked and the people at the beach could see me. They could see my “little brov” - Dammit I jolted and cupped my little brov. I looked up and I realize a couple of kids were laughing and pointing at me – but funny enough every other person was about their business. Hw3 bodamfo no, onhu d3 ne ho gu ho dedaw a . When I heard that I stood straight and then I thought: am I mad. Then I stood there shaking my head for a long while. No. I can’t be mad. I can’t be crazy. I walked on. My “little brov” still cupped and covered with both hands. The Sun …. I didn’t know where it came from, it was burning my sight so hard I couldn’t bear but squint. Did I know where I was going… No. Here I was . I had woken up from a deep sleep naked. Maybe not completely bare. Because I was covered in sand. I had no idea how I had gotten onto the beach . How I had lost my cloths and why I was here. I knew the place. Yes I knew here. The boats . The nets. The rocks. The smell. Yak. the smell. These things reminded of this coast land. But what else? What else… What else could …………
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