While Looking at the Ocean

While Looking at the Ocean – Essay

Silently, I have set here looking out at the ocean. Peering and studying each incoming wave. Fascinated by the water I look but do not see. How could I?

Dead to the world, alive only in my thoughts. Imagination whisks me through forgotten times, and places never seen before. The images pass before my blank eyes at the speed of light. And again I fail to see.

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