An ode, a murmur, an urge, the faint whisper constantly drumming away in the back of your head.
They call me, beckoning, watching, waiting.
I will join them eventually.

You will not always live the life you need.
Were the first words she ever said to me
Cementing her into my life forever.

She lounges in the back of my consciousness, chiding.
She is all-knowing. We are one.

I was (am) so young. 
But the children should be indoctrinated into reality,
The hopeless writer moans.
What is unreal about freeing yourself from our nonsensical structures? 
To join your soul with the grass.

The whisper is getting louder now. I will join it one day.
That is my destiny
Peace can be found in it.
 

I am drinking coffee in the hotel lobby.

The carpets were once a rich red – faded now, I must admit. The young man at the front desk has not been at home within himself for years.

 I don’t think he notices me. 

Only one more body occupies the room. A woman. She stands by the window, looking out to the sea as though it is her lost love.  

I can see the melancholy flooding through her eyes. What I would give to flick through her thoughts at this moment.

I stare into my mug. The dark liquid is no mirror. She must function as my reflection – whole, emotional. 

She is there.

She is human.

What does she think of me? 

What would she think of the things I have seen?

What have I seen?

I want the sea.