A perfect sparkling ocean,
glistening blue in the summer sun.
Slow, sweeping waves resonating ripples;
perfect.
Serene.
Creatures big and small,
not like you see in books,
documentaries;
Unicorns.
Dragons, Dinosaurs;
proud and purple.
Living in this perfect sparkling ocean.

Muddied water, harassed by a weary
winter sun.
Harsh, crashing waves emanating
LOUD, unintelligible sound.
Imperfect.
Trying.
Barren and empty;
no life can reside in this harsh, unforgiving place;
This imperfect, dreary ocean.

Am I lost within this place,
this palace only I see.
Have I lost sight of the surface,
of what others perceive?
I find myself swimming?
Falling?
deeper.
Drowning within this place;
this creation of mine.
Myself.

Please turn off…at least just for today, just this once; I despise you.

A blissful winters morning.

The sun rises. Glorious.

Loud.

It’s rays cut the morning fog in two.

A slow dissipation of the morning’s cold exterior.

Yet the sun in all its splendour

cannot hack away the introverted cold.

The inability to show warmth

in a season,

or is it just?

These superficial rays

the sun’s insincere musings.

An attempt to mask this internal cold

with this extroverted warmth.

An inability to relate,

to show warmth,

or even to express true, honest emotion.

At each winter’s moment,

there will be a perfect ray of sunshine.

Carefully calculated to slice through the dreary fog.

Yet behind these individual masterpieces,

there truly is no peace.

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