+perfidiousrotter
❝ O are you a pirate or a man-o-war, cried we. Blow high! Blow low! And so sailed we. O no! I'm not a pirate but a man-o-war, cried he. A sailing down all on the coasts of High Barbary ❞ — { ➳ } || Powdered disbelief -- locked in the mirrored confines of her existence. She – an exiled warrior cast beneath the heavy weight of the sun. A collapse on the verge of two moments – last breath morphing into an insatiable inhalation. Air – too humid, too stinging – gnawed at the very flesh of her lungs. Cerulean pools roved about this alien zone. Memory – absent. Confusion – excessive. People, laughter, ceaseless commotion. And amidst this breathing fresco, one unforgettable sight struck her – the sea in all its glory. Atoms of her being burst in glorious sentiments. Past – scattered across the world in a myriad of silver moments – now gathered in the infinite gaze, the azure iris of the sea. A breathless sigh. “ Where am I … ? ” Question hurled into the nothingness. No answer. No reply. Just the wordless whispers of the waves.
