i sat on the sand underneath the half moon watching the waves sparkle and glow as they rose and fell in the ocean. the stars were scattered all around me as the wind blew from the southwest.

on a normal night, i would have been dressed more warmly in addition to having my blanket for extra protection. but tonight, i was wearing summer shorts and a thin zip-up, a sign of the spontaneity of my trip. it did not matter too much; my mind was focused on something, unable to notice anything else. while the zephyr numbed my senses, my memory exploded.

...once upon a time, my soul was awakened, like a sunflower springing into full bloom. it was fully nourished and thus strong and magnanimous. music sounded from its core and happiness seeped from its petals. but one day, the sun went away and did not come back. left without its life source, my soul began to weaken, wither, and wilt. like a sunflower shriveling up into itself...

i have been trying to figure out the source of my recent sadness. and as i held myself against the onshore breeze, the darkness that swam around me held little answers. but i realized, maybe the blackness was actually emanating from within me projected onto my surroundings. and that was why i could not see.

when my tears dried up and my nose was stuffed beyond breathing, i gathered my thoughts and stepped into the warmth of the summer sea. the water soothed me and though i was nowhere closer to finding any answers, the shrinking of my soul was no longer painful. just a dull sort of annoying that would sit in the back burner till another episode came on. till then, i bid good night to the pacific.