A Walk on the Water

The air turns a little more salty it clings to me making my skin feel like its been coated with adhesive. I walk on closer and see no one "my private paradise,"I say.. isnt it beautiful how i feel right at home in this humid, moist, sticky, salty air. I sit myself down on the shore.... sand under and all around me. I close my eyes and hear the sea breeze whisper softly in my ear saying to me, "control me.."
Gradually, i realise i have the power in this solitude to awaken my seventh sense wherin i control the elements. The sea breeze listens... i tell it to blow across the sea and cause a more noticeable ripple and it does ...the elation to see my power work. Then i tell it sway those palms ever so gently so they look like they are swaying to a silent tune. Their black silhouettes against the faded, blue background drizzled with milky white sprays of cotton, look like two lovers dancing to a tune at the fag end of a wedding party . Tranquil and content with each other and with their neighbours. So unlike me... I always want more i'm never content. i can control the breeze you see, but tht isnt enough yet... I loathe myself, how many would be happy that they can control something beyond the grasp of all... but not me.. i was created in a moment of want... cursed with the unsatiable desire to drag myself throughout my life to achieve whatever i felt was remotely possible. See, its calling out again to me..."control me" it says i can hear the underlying plea for help like a helpless dog... a new born child maybe. its not the breeze this time i know its voice well.. Its the water i can hear it... the way itss words are interspaced with the shound of foamy waves lapping the shore. The salt water is another fool wanted to be controlled by someone who can barely control herself.

The alarm goes off... yet another dream a dream of having what no one else wants. I dreamt this dream again, she said to herself. Surrounded in this desolate apartment with no one. Nothingness surrrounded her. The high orgasmic feeling of the dream snatched away, just one look of this desolate apartment and she knew, dreams are all she had.. life would go like clockwork. Wake up at eight.. rush in for a bath if she felt like or else sleep for another 15 minutes.... run get ready catch the cab from the station at 8.55.... reach work enter her cubicle, stay there uptil 6.30 occasionally taking a break for lunch and yeah the smoke break at 4 on the terrace of her office. Quite predictable the day was...and every minute she spent at it was to her ears cynical laughter at the dreams she dreamt. Dreams of glory, recognition, special powers. They were laughing u know.....looking at each excruciating second of the dream frame by frame and laughing . Making her look incredibly small stupid and idiotic.

But she will still dream... Her story was unfinished and so is her life......