THIS IS A YEAR OF THE DRAGON CONTEST ENTRY
Moonpull -- YEAR OF THE DRAGON ENTRY, 100 wrds
The clarity that comes in sad moments.
She walks away, and you just stand at the waters edge for a while, up to your ankles, feeling the ocean’s pull, and the sand being sucked out from under the tips of your toes.
The sunset looks beautiful—a tangerine ablaze—but the world seems ugly as you sink deeper into the sand after each wave.
You wonder, maybe the ocean just wants to drag everything back into itself, bury the world in its depths.
And you wish it would; you wouldn’t care if it just swept you away from this island right now.
Apparently, she wouldn’t care either.