I tapped my pencil against the table’s edge staring at the blank sheet of paper where I should have written my thesis.

My mind though is a thousand leagues away. Fleeing on the soft salt breeze, the seagulls barking in the wind, the rough, golden, starched, sand filled with soft pebbles and seaweed they can build their nests with. My hair pulled from my face by the clean air and the thing that makes my heartstrings twine.

He stands not far from me the beach empty of all but us, yet he never looks. I pass by him uncaring it is not him I seek. I look beyond to the vast ending waves that ripple towards my toes the soft loops of blue washing to the sand in a bright white foam. These waves have never crashed, they caress calling my name in a wild symphony of sounds bubbling together in my heart.

Far away is a speck, a speck I do not know or care for. The love I have, the feelings I aspire too, they are deep, as deep as the words on the beloved pages. The words that pull me down into the darkness of those waves, the enticing treachery they hold.

Secrets Desires, they have scooped me up into their arms stroking me tighter and tighter, till my breath is racked and I cannot do anything but dream, a dream of the waves and what their depths contain.

The secrecy is long yet abated, for I already know, I have read it a million times. They comfort me as no man’s touch ever will, they broaden my expanse and senses as no human ever could. Why because of this book, these words, they can take me higher than any place I can ever go. The words are my heart and soul, to myself I must contain it. I must live in the world I am in, in the world I belong. Yet, how can I when the words entice me so. How can I when the words have stolen my heart as nothing ever can and will again.

I shiver and twitch before I let the pencil drop. I do not care where it lands my feet have already taken to flight, in a different room. A room that holds a shelf, the shelf that holds my book, and the book that holds my heart.

I will live forever, in its arms, the warmth of the sun touching my face the salty air clinging to my eyelashes and tongue, nothing will ever be better.