If you ever happen to be sitting on a pier,
dilly-dallying, waiting for evening to draw near,
you’ll notice that as the sun begins to set,
as it lowers to where horizon and ocean are met,
water reflects the sun in a beautiful way.
A way that makes the heart ache and beg the moment to Stay. Stay. Stay.
The sun will never shine the same way again
and clouds will never be in the exact same position.
Water will shift as will the wind
and the paint on the lighthouse will only chip as the lighthouse is mercilessly skinned.
Breath in the salty, ocean air, and let yourself believe for just one second. This world is mine.
Because once the sun sets, no amount of bribery or persuasion can rewind time.
Listen to the waves coming and leaving.
They’re like people, crossing the shore and breathing.
They’re pushed…
Momentary Lapse Of Sanity 