Sleeping on the Beach S.C. Flynn

Sleeping on the Beach

One moment before waking, it all made perfect sense, but if there’s no return from where they’ve gone those cuttlefish dreams of rippling colours that flashed by spontaneously, waving hypnotising tentacles of hope –I know that others will soon wash over me, calming the billions of agitated grains that choke my mind with ever-shifting sand: soothing jellyfish visions floating past, strange and charming as midnight seahorses, escorting me back to the place I lost.

S.C. Flynn