She forgets herself as she waits for her lover in the dark expanse that she's learned to befriend.Always with her to keep her company is the gasera that is always teased by the wind, its bottom partly burried by the white sands that also never fail to keep her feet warm every time she walks down on them meters away from their kubo to welcome him back. Whispering her untold desires to the tides has become a painful hobby, but a (hepful) hobby nevertheless. The tides seldom spoke to her. She's a tired wife but this she's never willing to admit. To say that she's in denial is to say that she's a waif, a truth that has been consistently told to her by the tide--during those seldom moments they intimately shared. Apparently, she's afraid of her truth.








And this scares the tide.