I used to live in a dream. It sounded like this. I was hopeful and in love. The real world turned me cynical, I lost my creativity, I lost my imagination.
I’m going back to the dream I lived in before. Things are nicer there, maybe not practical or realistic, maybe you’ll no longer take me seriously, but I’ve lost track of myself due to taking life so seriously.
I want to feel something. Happiness.
Dannie puts out videos at the perfect time.
Warning signs: a brief respite
You were in your fourth when I found you swimming in the oceans of West Santiago (or floating, at least). It didn’t matter that there was a severe lack of water in West Santiago. Or a severe lack of ocean for that matter. Things like that never mattered to you. Instead you say, “space is always a good place to swim.”
I was surprised you remembered that to be honest. Skipping parallels was almost unheard of by now and most people were gone by their third. It was a big risk to take and I couldn’t work out why you were here. Perhaps you had sensed the shift in the aerosphere. The undercurrent of disquiet. Ascending to the vacant space of what was once beside me. Around me. Shaking hands across leisure… the cool waters of caves and waterfalls… skin against skin.
God I missed that.
Your hands were covered in rust and as I dipped them into the night you told me stories of shipwrecks and spiders and you sang me tales of great white birds that could speak your name.
You didn’t remember my name. Neither did you remember The Last War of the Last Satellites but that… that was probably a good thing. The last satellite crashed off Jupiter’s Jovian ring system and we would have probably been dead if we hadn’t both been hitching a ride off-planet.
I hear you make some joke about Leo and we laugh and I can feel my bones slipping from my soul and into the fifth. I wonder if I can fight it this time and stay. Instead your fingers reach under my skin, pulling at my very being, squeezing gently above and below, blades in the middle, all heart in empty spaces. The feeling is familiar, as if everything that has happened is connected. As if there was some sort of greater plane. An Outer Sector.
I barely have time to think about it before a light beckons us into the liquid night below.
“What a beautiful place.”
Thank you for lots of questions on my ask.fm tonight! I really enjoyed answering them and can’t wait to do it again! :]
Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi. You’re my only hope.
I found out one my previous students had uploaded pictures from a SDX I instructed a couple of months ago (I’m the one wearing the pink mask and holding the white shark stick). It’s super cool to find them because I haven’t really got any pictures of me at work, especially underwater. If you haven’t yet, come and visit me at work, I have a few free tickets left for the remainder of 2013! n.n
"Divorce is always good news. I know that sounds weird, but it’s true because no good marriage has ever ended in divorce … That would be sad. If two people were married and they were really and they just had a great thing and then they got divorced, that would be really sad. But that has happened zero times."
Located in Japan’s Tomamu Resort, on the island of Hokkaido, the Unkai Terrace is a unique scenic spot perched high atop a mountain peak that is often above the clouds, offering tourists breathtaking views of the white, fluffy sea beneath them. The “unkai” or sea of clouds phenomenon has been attracting tourists to the resort town on Tomamu for years. The natural hot springs in the area and the differences in temperature during the few hours when night turns into day determine the formation of an immaculate white blanket of clouds over the mountainous region.