“A woman’s heart is as deep as the sea, and full of just as many secrets…” It is true. The sea is a treacherous and beautiful thing. Sometimes you can see straight to the bottom, and still not see anything at all. It is a mystery locked inside a mystery, ever awake inside a dream. The sea will be forever. When the land is gone, when all of the trees, animals, humans, and even the very stars turn to dust, the sea will still be there. A guardian of long-lost life and knowledge. It may be changed. It may be zillions of miles deeper, it may be frozen solid, it may be a hundred other things, but it will always be there. Always. The sea is eternal. As eternal as the love within a heart, the gleam of an eye, or the shadow of a doubt. Dreams go on for the sheer sake of being, but still, they die with the carrier unless they are passed on. Love is not passed on. It cannot be. It does not die. It is eternal, for the very sea keeps it so. You can dream about love, you can love within a dream, you can even love a dream, but love cannot become real unless you make it so. Nor can dreams, but that is beside the point. No matter how you dream, there is a sea of love, life, memories, and secrets within every heart. Within a sea beats a heart of its own. The very beat of the waves, and the crash of the storms. A heart full of life, and love for that life. A heart full of secrets that will never be told willingly. A heart that will never stop beating. It is a beautiful thing, the sea at midnight. Out in the middle of nowhere, it is just you, the stars, the wind, and the sea. There is nothing but water and sky, as far as the eye can see.
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ah, lovelock, gaia theory. I don't like the word zillions, because it's not a real number, but I think you can keep it, if you want. ah, beautiful blessed innocence, as far as love goes, I wish I wasn't so jaded. I'm not depressed anymore though, which is part of the reason why I'm having this writers block, because I used to write only from anger and depression, and now I'm not really either so it's hard-- back to the commentary. This is completely unrelated (maybe) but have you ever read: 'The Woman of the Sea' it's an old Irish folktale, my ex girlfriend told it to me, this kind of reminds me of that. I would have to say I think of this as more of a poem than a story, though it's good.
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thanks. no one really comments on my stories. This is old... This is also the only story I have that's any good, so you chose well. I know that it is kind of innocent. What would you suggest in 'zillion's place?
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hey, I'm supposed to do this for my writing class. borrowing is hard, because if you really like it, it's kind of heavy to write on top of. I'm just bad at it, but I'm good at essays, that's weird, huh? anyway I've missed your writing, I'm having some major writers block so maybe someone else can inspire me for a change
. anyway, I'm gonna get back to reading your stuff.
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