surreal summer

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on the other day between afternoon and dusk,
in another familiar, almost forgotten summer,
we met each other under the blazing sun.

funny, ‘cause we suddenly began to dance on
tiptoes and then lay on the soft, golden grains of sand.
we smiled and grinned and decided to build a stronghold;
we giggled insanely as we climbed to our feet and began to amass
the silky, stubborn grains together.

five hours and eight minutes it took, and the castle was finally done;
adorned with stars of fake promises, emblazoned with innocent seaweeds
knowing no abyss, constructed with quivering sandy floors, and
layered with clumsy, nonexistent togetherness.

it looked so strong that we thought it would withstand
even the most vicious tsunami from the west.
but seven minutes later, clusters of waves befell upon us.

and while the water devoured everything, we could only watch
as our castle broke into thousand grains of sand (again),
and our hollow dreams scattered before us, joining the sandy debris.

-- & suddenly i wake up, suffocating, eyes bloodshot, and breathless.
it was all a dream? i glance to my side, now noticing the last remnants
of night leaving me alone. it was … a dream?

sixth day of another familiar, ongoing summer,
i stroll down the cobblestone road heading for the church;
on my way i pass the beach in my dream. and i stop.

it wasn’t a dream?

everything looks deserted. scattered stars and the same golden grains.
i blink out the resplendent light of the sun.
everything looks deserted, empty, and barren.

i’m amused at how our castle could break so easily-
remember how we built it back then? we thought it wouldn’t break down.
but well, i guess sand would never work, huh?

it wasn’t a dream; i’m just a bit insane.

the wind changes direction and whacks me.
the howling gale brings sand to my eyes … but strange,
i never find myself crying.

right, it would never work.
next time, i’ll find stones. but we both know the other summer was already over.
and our trails in that beach, have been erased.

--&

a/n: funny, because it never that hurt to let you go.