Thoughts of a Wonderluster

Alone he walks down sandy shores as dusk arrives and silences day. With no one in sight nor a cloud in the sky the beach is his escape - from life, from love, from the thoughts that anguish his mind. Silence is comfort. Silence is freedom. Silence is hearing the words and thoughts from within. Yet on this night he cannot think of anything other than a girl. To the beach he came to write his thoughts on paper to tell her how he feels with help from liquor he hopes is an elixir to find the words to say. He stares longingly at every wave crashing as if each were a phrase, a thought, a question. One by one waves perish; he's left with a blank page. After hours of thought he finds the strength to write three words on paper. Three words that mean the world but only when echoed; here there's only silence. He puts the message in the empty liquor bottle; never to be seen again Alone he walks down sandy shores as dawn gives birth to the l...