exploded beach

i just exploded last night.. i really cant find a way out already. and after i exploded, darling exploded. and we both die in those little tiny pieces of flesh and blood. no, im just joking about that. but i guess after yesterday night, we both feel closer to each other, and i really salute him for being so calm after i just burst out.

Strangely, the reason why we exploded are totally different. and after the long hour talk last night, i had a dream which makes me think of what i really wanted for a long long period of time. I dreamed of the beach.

I wanted a way out. i wanted to sit on the beach seeing seagulls eating fish intestine beside me. or stare far far into the horizon where the sky and the sea meets. i want to see kids with their parents building sand castles, chasing and laughing. and couples walk hand in hand along the shoreline. want to feel the breeze on my cheek and lift my hair. want to see people playing jet ski or boogie man in the whole stretch of wonderous-blue-liquid in front of me. i want to walk along the beach with my sandals in one hand, and seashells in another. i want to fall asleep on the beach and get sunburn as a souvenir.

but what i wanted the most from the beach, i want to just listen to the sounds of the tide being washed up the beach, one after another, endlessly, in my dearest's arms. with the stars above us, and the moon hanging high up in the sky, and laughters of the crowd from a distance, it works magic on me. i love the way it speaks softly beside my ears, and at the same time, hearing his heartbeat, a little faster than usual, when im in his arms. Thats my dream last night. i wanted it so badly. Thats our best trip to the beach, dear.

Dream catchers do work. im feeling so much relax in a way, but longing for a break more too.