Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Paradise?

The salt-tinged air cut harder than the strokes of my arms as they plowed through the clear blue water. I swam long laps, but still, I felt contained.

You can only go as far as the cove, before the coral melts away into a cool cerulean...palace? Paradise? Prison? Couldn't they all just be one and the same?

Every breath reminded me that I am thirsty. That I am perpetually in motion, swimming for something I can't seem to catch up to.

Yes, it does feel good to move, to feel every muscle contracting, expanding, pulling, pushing, colliding, sliding, grinding, but in the pursuit of what?

Happiness? I have that in my friends. And sometimes in my family. And more often than not, even in myself.
Trust? Love? Faith? I have those too, for the people that deserve them.

What is it, then, that keeps me on this aimless chase? Maybe I just like to feel like I am going after something, even if I have no idea what it is.

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