As my bare feet sink into the rough beach sand with each heavy step, my heart drowns in memories of him. His tall, upright stature as he walked against the wind. The tired light brown eyes with thousands of secrets neatly settled deep behind. As the icy waters wet my toes and the waves pull back into the ocean, I snap back to reality.
Camps Bay Beach late one Winter’s Eve
My heart and mind adopt the exact behaviour of the waves… reaching out as far as possible with a flood of emotion and energy, and upon reaching the outermost distance, I draw back as I realise there isn’t any momentum left to keep me there.
The warm laughter and silent understanding shared between us are all kept safe and tightly closed, away from my naïve heart. It was never meant to last long, it was never meant to be. I blame my foolishness; my craving for a series of perfect moments to last forever. There are no perfect moments. Just moments.
Nice…I know what it feels like to be that wave.
We’re all somehow pushed into a corner at some point, forcing us to perfect the art of letting go.
Wonderful piece of literature, the way the ocean draws a similar link to life’s moments is so true! looking forward to the next writing piece ”,
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“There are no perfect moments. Just moments” – I love it.
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Loved the image you created. Well done!
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It was a lovely visit to Camps Bay that eve…
I actually had forgotten about it until I needed to transfer photographs onto my new phone and found it
LOVED IT!
Shukran
all beautiful things must come to an end i guess!
Just like all negative things
Wow that was beautiful.
Now I wanna go to the beach
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lol yeah, the effect Camps Bay has on you
Love the pic, reminds me of when I was young
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