The Salted Sea Vs. The Giants

The Pressure of Perfection subsides and we're left in the midst of everything that ever was. The wilted sunflowers on my window sill speak poetry and elegance. The Melancholy scent of the salted sea reminds me of summer romances and memories of the past. The walks along hot cobblestone to observe the ruins of a world long lost. Crickets provide the saddest song for all that remains now. So we wander off, down unknown paths and talk for hours beneath the stars. While everybody waits for it to begin, it has already begun here. While the giants of Greece take the beach we observe as they swirl round and round. The lives we started are over now. The Giants have gone back to their homes and the Ruins begin to fall. The Plane left the airport months ago and I am still in awe. I remember amongst the spartan shore we engaged in our final act of love and of war. where we forgot to remember we were going to all leave soon, that all of this that has happened is slowly fading and being washed away. We began an affair that wouldn't last through the night, but the night air of summer set a spell upon both of us and we took the chance as it blew in the wind. My tears have fallen into the Mediterranean Sea and there they will remain, where we left the last remnants of us.

Cheers.