Stories,Stickers and Stamps

   I still remember it like yesterday. The sky was dark blue,the colour of the ocean,you know sometimes you get that bright clear water but sometimes you get those rough deep dark blue seas. That one!It was filled with stars,as if someone scattered little grains,million of tiny little diamonds all over the table cloth which is the night sky. You could hear the music coming from inside. People were having fun,laughter filled the air,it was infectious,enticing. It seemed like so much fun and I had to go in. It was a long day,I needed a drink and I was totally up for a random conversation just to get my mind off all of the shit that plagued me back then. It was busy,drinks were flowing,conversation followed,it was exciting,electric. I was lost the minute I stepped through that door,it was my wonderland in this modern hell I lived. Everyone was a stranger but the smiles I saw,the warmth I felt,it was beautiful.    I made my way to the bar. I needed a drink and I was ready for my random co

   You know when you go to the beach and you draw or write something on the sand,it’s fun to see what other people write. Sometimes it is something crude yes,but most of the time it’s sweet. Groups of friends leaving their mark or just two people in love,sharing a moment with the world around them. I love finding those,they make me happy. It’s sweet.    When you think about,it is sad how in the end,it is all swept away,taken,reclaimed by the ocean. The waves wash it all,they wipe the slate clean. The sand is cleared up for the new writers and artists to come and leave their mark. Just for that day they can claim this land of ocean and sand as their own,but come new day and there will be no trace of them ever being there. There is a certain beauty in it. Beauty and sadness. Like the mark we leave on the beach,we as people,leave a mark with our lives,with those we are with and on those around us. However,it is sad that no matter how big or beautiful that mark is,the message it bears and