I found myself thinking back to the days, before every day life finally came to a halt. I am remembering the ocean view, and the crashing of the waves ... I smile, although the view, is now totally opposite, of how I remember it being before. Anything that needed the ocean to live, is now gone. The water is badly contaminated, caused by the military, firing nuclear missiles at each other, when the war, was at its worse.
I remember walking along the shore line, with my soul mate, and searching for the nicest looking sea shells. I liked to take a few of them back home with me, as a reminder of the time, that we spent together, at the beach. I keep them in the shoe box, with those pictures, of my family and friends. I take them out from time to time. This is one of the ways that I am entertained now, along with some old reading material, that I probably looked at a million and one times, since the beginning of the end.
My candle is burning lower and lower, so I decide to put my shells away, so that I can try to get some much needed rest. Its been a lot harder to do, even though I now have a foam bed, because I have been hearing more and more voices outside lately. Yes, I know that sleep won't come easy, but I also know that I still need to try to sleep anyways, so that I can keep up my stamina, for what is yet to come.
Dreams about cleaner oceans, sea shells, and sandy beaches ,are starting to take over, my subconscious. "Sweet dreams are made of these, who am I to disagree."
