One night, the fat-faced moon sat terrifyingly close as if it meant to devour us all.
People went out of their houses, seemingly hypnotized… tears streaming, lips moving together in sacred chorus.
I screamed. Because I couldn’t hear a thing.
I watched helplessly as everyone held hands and walked together to embrace the sea, meeting their ecstatic end… leaving me behind.
Sometimes, I imagine the waves are spirits speaking to me in small terrified whispers.
Escaping souls slap against the shore and slip away reluctantly, leaving behind foamy fingerprints… like something out there keeps dragging them back against their will.