Realisation.

So after we've lain here.
For these years.
Realised our fears.
Together.
The weather.
Has changed.
These.
Trees.
The canopy too.
Have fell away.
Now infront of me.
Is a void.
Me one side.
You the other.
I look around.
Behind me's the trees.
The canopy intact.
The memories.
I look back.
I see you.
You're old.
Worn.
Facing the trees.
I squint.
You wave.
The same bracelets.
Same rings.
Same clothes.
The reflection of myself.
In years past.
Still looking at the trees.
Wishing it could go back.
Sickens me.
I turn away.
One last look at those trees.
Those memories.
Dance through the trunks.
I sigh.
They were good.
But longing for them is wrong.
I look to myself.
Wave.
And throw myself into the void.
-Harry

Board Stupid ;)

It's the feel of sand between my toes.
The waiting.
The anticipation.
The tightness of the suit.
It's the bass line.
That fills my head.
My heart.
It's the water moving around my waist.
As I push further out.
It's the sound of the water slapping.
Lapping.
The side of the board.
The waiting.
The anticipation.
The sitting.
The build up.
Watching as waves roll up.
And facing away.
Paddle.
Push.
Pull.
Keep the pace.
Slow, yet fast.
Don't rush.
Big strokes.
And then you feel it.
As water rushes by your right hand side.
You left hand.
Depending on the break.
And the intake.
Of breath.
Stand.
Bend.
At the knees.
It's the feel of rushing air.
Wet hair.
And sometimes.
The fall.
The tumble.
And the rolling under the water.
Being pulled by the ankle.
Dragged.
And then calm.
Swimming up.
Catching your breath.
And starting again.
It's surfing.
It's what it is to me.
It's fun.