I pulled up the blinds.

I discovered that if I moved just right

at a certain time in the day,

I could feel the warmth of the sun on my face,

Even from the depths of the pit where I find myself daily.

I finally understood the man I once saw standing in front of the ocean

naked, arms spread wide open, eyes closed

As he faced the sun and embraced the time where if even for one or two seconds,

he allowed himself to truly experience the pleasures of being alive

on this planet, made of water and sand

but so many other terrible things that it becomes easy,

Automatic even,

to forget how much we need to feel the sun on our skin every now and then,

forget that we are all connected to the sun, the moon, and the stars in a way we can’t explain…


So I moved just far enough to the right,

closed my eyes,

and I let the sun remind me

that I’m human,

that I’m alive,

and that Earth is a beautiful place to call home.



The sun melted like hot wax over the ocean

and the beautiful peach and pink glow that blended together over the horizon

reminded me of a satisfying orgasm shared between two lovers at the end of a long night of slow and passionate sex

The birds dove for their preys

and the waves, with each break, danced like an elegant but ferocious ballerina

for no one except the three individuals sitting up at the first hill of sand in front of that hypnotizing sea,

who happened to somehow have stumbled upon a scenery reserved just for them,

The little adventurers

who traveled all the way from that first grain of sand on the steps of the beach house made of wood and magic,

now filled with laughter and love

The sun melted away the day

but the night brought with it neon rain, techno ninjas,

and a sky with so many stars I could no longer keep count.

Either way, I didn’t need to know just many many stars filled the sky

but only that they were there, cold and bright, shining down on me,

perhaps counting the humans down on Earth

If it was cold, only my little toes felt it

Inside me, there were a million fluttering butterflies

and the same blend of pink and peach blush earlier painted across the sky

now shot accross my heart like a million falling stars.