Waves are lapping gently and calmly on the shore, the blue water looking clear and beautiful as always. The serenity of the scene lulls the beachgoer to sleep, while the memory of a drowning soul somewhere out in the middle of the vast sea ceases to even touch the surface of his mind. That poor victim struggles for its life as harsh, jagged waves use all their strength in hopes of overpowering the floundering object, and dragging it deep down into the darkest recesses of the mighty blue beast.
But none of this matters to the beachgoer. No, what is beyond the horizon is nothing of this carefree soul’s concern. Only what is within his observable reality is what matters to him. And there is nothing but clear sky and sea for as far as the eye can see.
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Speculations of an Artistic Mind: Jane's Thoughts
Non-FictionEveryone has thoughts. These ones are mine.
