A story never written in reality that really happened.

past the breakers

dreams and denials intertwined

(not so) distant memories

everything is temporary

The high tide is slowly taking up space on the beach. The sun is already set and sharing its last brush strokes on a charmingly mellow sky. The sound of waves is crashing on the adjacent temple’s steps and, by no sheer coincidence, rumbles among the tables of people taking a five.

The last surfers are already gone on this Sunday evening. The smell of salt and instant noodle soup as well as freshly lit cigarettes drill the nose. Nobody is in a rush. There are no expectations. The time carries itself among the greedy ocean water.

SAUDADE

reminders keep showing up

drawing more attention

not minding the time 

and calling out

significance

gratitude

memories

longing

values

grief.

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listen

the messages almost sent

the words almost spoken 

the conversations that

never happened

the feelings

never felt

endings.