There’s always a man, there’s always a city, there’s always a lighthouse. And yet I can never seem to find my way, despite all of these constants. Where is the guiding light to lead my way home? I want go home. I want to survive this, and see the dawn once more.
The lighthouse stands sturdy on the cliff. The highest stone protecting the herd of smaller stones from wayward ships. “Let us sit here,” they say, “let the waves crash against us, let us just sit here and leave us alone. We will allow the patter-stumble of small feet in flip-flops, bending over every 5 feet to stare at our rock pools but you, with your long horns and your barges and your noise, are not welcome here. Go away!”
The lighthouse stood at the end of the peninsula. However, she didn’t see it, only heard the low moan through the fog. She wondered that there was still a use for a lighthouse – ships could use GPS and other computer-measures for determining the risks to the boat.
It stood on the shore, jutting wildly, blindingly into the sky the only beacon for miles along the rocky cliffs. Waves broke against the rocks, gulls screeched, and at all odds the lighthouse stood silent, a sentinel adverse with the noise and chaos of the nature surrounding it.
There’s always a man, there’s always a city, there’s always a lighthouse. And yet I can never seem to find my way, despite all of these constants. Where is the guiding light to lead my way home? I want go home. I want to survive this, and see the dawn once more.
The lighthouse stands sturdy on the cliff. The highest stone protecting the herd of smaller stones from wayward ships. “Let us sit here,” they say, “let the waves crash against us, let us just sit here and leave us alone. We will allow the patter-stumble of small feet in flip-flops, bending over every 5 feet to stare at our rock pools but you, with your long horns and your barges and your noise, are not welcome here. Go away!”
The lighthouse stood at the end of the peninsula. However, she didn’t see it, only heard the low moan through the fog. She wondered that there was still a use for a lighthouse – ships could use GPS and other computer-measures for determining the risks to the boat.
It stood on the shore, jutting wildly, blindingly into the sky the only beacon for miles along the rocky cliffs. Waves broke against the rocks, gulls screeched, and at all odds the lighthouse stood silent, a sentinel adverse with the noise and chaos of the nature surrounding it.