Wednesday, 26 September 2012
Sunday, 9 September 2012
Some talk however, of those who cannot sink or drown, but walk the ocean waves as vagrants on an endless desert."
~ Old Sailor
This story begins with a ship wrecked at sea.
A young mother still weak from bringing her boy into the world was pulled under in the tempest along with the entire crew, even as they celebrated his birthday.
Yet this twice adored boy was left behind. For since his first breath let loose in his first scream, the sea had loved him too, instantly and unconditionally. The sea spared the boy for its surface, where those roam whom it has disdained for their loneliness, their callousness and their abjection, so that it could watch the boy and keep him for its own.