last.

one last look. one last word. one last emotion.
blue islands swell in your eyes on top of pearly seas. your smile unleashes quiet waves of comfort. a locked door withholds a secret that is only meant for one person at the right moment and time to unveil.
open the door, and warm golden light escapes through cracks and windows. walk closer, and the drums begin to beat louder, faster. softly move onward, preventing the onset of distraction. gently push back the door, cymbals clash.
silence.
inhale, exhale. lips part; the tides gently roll in. serenity and freedom moving together in one perfect harmony. floorboards sink like sponge. imprinted images flicker on a screen.

turn back around just to become lost again.