THE WAVES.

TIME: unknown. PLACE: within the deep end.

julanar journal
2 min readMay 20, 2022
THE MINIMALIST WAVE by LA CHRONIQUE

The waves that carried my boat calmed down, carrying something new every second and gently rocking the boat.

The long lasting candle that rescued me with a dying light has joined the silence.

Only hearing the gentle waves under the boat and my own surrender appearing.

( silence your conscience mind), a soft voice echoed these words and left me yearning for more of it and the boat kept rocking soundly.

I saw glimpses of my past and present, appearing in seconds waving their presence and leaving no trace in my heart.

I have became a stranger to myself, who is that person in these memories I’m no longer attached to that person.

I came to this void to silence my past and bury my present, I’m more than my actions and I’m more than my fear.

Fear, the thing that shaped me and consumed me I’m more than that.

The boat swallowed an angry wave filled with dark fear, forming with ugly shapes. the gentle waves came and carried them away.

(Silence you fear) the soft voice spoke again protecting me from my own ugly fear. I felt peace, sensed calm and saw clarity.

The past was deep in the far darkness and the present was no longer alive, I was free here in the void from all earthly attachments.

Laying down dipping my hands in this strange waves, I surrender to you.

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