Wednesday, September 16, 2015

The Drifting Process

As the shore slowly creeps away and this arctic sea of ours swallows anything and everything in between us, the photographs in my head are becoming clearer and clearer. I can see you waving from the harbor and I can see your smile igniting the whole room as we waltzed through the crowd of oblivious strangers. I may not be drawn back here after all we've been though, but one thing is for sure: neither this shore nor I could ever forget you.

Photograph by Senyru or Mark

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