i sit on the sand gazing into the ocean. waves are crashing, seagulls fly away. night, moon, stars. fog hovers over the sea. so mysterious, so beautiful. waves are crashing. alive. where water meets the sunset is where knowlege ends and imagination begins. when fog comes again the next morning, it blurs what my eyes can see into what my mind can only imagine. i love this. so mysterious, so beautiful. happiness belongs to those who realize they are where they want to be. i love this place. i am already here. yet so far away, it is still within me. this is my imagination, my home. my mind brings me back to this place and one day my heart will carry me back to where i will sit on the sand and gaze into the sea again. i think perhaps love thrives on imagination and chance. life thrives on these principals, and is life not love? and love not life? live every moment of the present. no worries. at the end of the day my imagination will bring me home.
