I walked along the bracket of the beach with a pocketful of salt that the sea no longer wanted. I had originally intended on returning it (one day), I didn't mean to keep it. Technically, because it wasn't mine, I stole that salt. I sifted the crystals out of the water and rolled them between my fingers until they were eroded smooth by the ridges in my fingerprint. Fingerprints embedded in the evidence. Salt embedded in my identity.
They never caught me. I was never reprimanded for stealing from the earth. I should have been. I should have been.
i love the beach, its one of the most beautiful places nature would provide:}
Short, but thought-evoking. There are so many things we steel from the earth that we are never reprimanded for, but maybe should be.
Nice. This is perfect.
hmmm.... I wonder what the deeper meaning you put in this is. I can't seem to pull anything out of the complexity of this piece. Can you give me a hint please?
I thought about this for a while, but I don't really have a response. I was f eeling melancholic and I grew up by the sea, so the sea reminds me of sadness and being free to be sad. It's just a thought, no deeper meaning this time. But I love that you asked!
Oh... ok now i get the deeper meaning, sorry i have never been to the sea or ocean so i can't attribute any emotions to it.
That's okay, for me, the sea is a loud and angry and energetic thing. Despite living within a mile of it we most commonly would go there during a storm, not on the sunny days. We'd stand there and let the sea attack the wall, and sometimes it would crash over it and hit us... and no one could tell if you were sad or happy. so it felt like freedom to be sad.
What has salt in it :
And all the other thieves as well.