some things were made for one thing...
I'm always taken to the sea.
Finding familiar creatures on the side of tall grass hills.
Driving over bridges to foggy citadels, overlooking piers and harbors. Red lights glowing a radio hum, perfect spheres only announcing their presence, no more no less.
Campers on salty beaches. White rough gypsum flattened against calm waters. Towering concrete dams steeply falling into raging tides...
I take the creatures to crowded bars, settling deep into my lap. what feel like stuffed hallways of faces I can only presume are familiar.
Carrying my books out to wooden chairs perched on cloudy vistas, overlooking canals traveled by every imaginable pod. An overstimulation like it was built on everything that's ever denied to me.
When I was younger it was always a crescent of green in the middle of a peaceful sea. Strong trees and mountains nesting an under baked crust of velvet sand. Machines past their usefulness rusting quietly offshore. Limescale giants given an afterlife I yearn for. Moonlight reflecting perfect violet, drawing a line in the wet horizon that would convince you were at the edge of it all. Stars turning with soft clockwork that exposed you at it's still center. Warm fire and loose gowns were all you could ever need. I walked the line between my small mundane and the greatest beyond time and time again... That's where I buried him, that's where I met her for the first time, I've never been more certain.
My dreams always took me to the sea...