North Pacific

I think I get closest to an idea of god when amongst the massive pine, reaching toward the ocean shore. Grey upon grey and suddenly I feel alive, so sweet, once in a lifetime. Never do I feel like I could stir from the depths of meaningless until I am upon a surf tormented shore, listening to the ocean's roar, cold - so COLD..... finally alive. Always I must leave, and look back, and wish I could stay forever more.... is there any love like I have for the ocean? Her cold kiss in the grey rain, mint mixed with the scent of pine, the hand of the lord in the salty storm. Why is this only fantasy?
Darkness falls on my memories and I know I must go back, that the raging pacific storm is the breath of life.
menschfeind menschfeind
Jul 13, 2010