Nothing new, nothing old.
People stay, people go.
Strains of umbrellas and thin pieces of clothes shroud the beach floor.
Bodies reminding that once upon a time there was a moment were all there is was skin and love.
Minds forgetting the reality that this world was not such a simple place to challenge.
Life for them was the walking crab; The sands being their home, the ocean being their reality.
Music from the big stereo across the volleyball court echoed through the road as I passed by, a small brown pouch hanging by my left hand. It's the same lively morning down my block. Many say living by the beach is a privilege especially if you're a guy studying in the city proper.
“When will you go back?”
“How is school?”
“Don’t focus on girls, you are in a school.”
The same phrases were once an annoying moment of my life prior to travelling to my dormitory in the city, but after a year there, those words were treated as a ritual of peace keeping, coming from my dearest mother.
Mothers know best, but not necessarily always.
A month ago, I called someone I never talked to longer than a minute, though we talked like we knew each other from the start.
I got the thought that maybe I stared at her for so long these past two years that we got close, even though she didn’t know even my name then.
She can’t sing, but her voice can make my legs weak.
It should be considered a super power; the influence of one person’s smile to make someone realize that his present relationship is wrong.
Our phone conversation ended...
Her tears finally dried up.
Her eyes finally closed up,
The eyes that stared at his photograph that she hugged tightly.
