Post by Zeniro on Mar 10, 2009 0:03:06 GMT 1
Dark eyes swept the horizon.
The night was clear and crisp, the breeze warm against his bare tattooed skin. Water shifting against the sand was the only noise as the waves carressed the shore. Zeniro took a slow inward breath, the air was clean as it filled his lungs and he felt a vigor he hadn't experienced in the longest time. Although his naked upper torso was littered with the scars of a horrific past, his mind...possibly for the first time in his short life was clear. A calloused hand was raised to brush messy black hair from his vision scratching softly as it swept to the base of his skull.
The wind picked up, causing the tears in his loose denim jeans to snap lightly in the breeze. Zeniro walked forward so his boot clad feet squelched in the wet sand as he drew closer to the almost infinite space of the ocean before him. Zeniro had been here many times before, most of the time he had been drunk and contemplating wading into the water and never returning. Now he focused on the horizon, trying to distinguish where the world ended and the heavens began. Although Zeniro cut the same imposing figure he always had, there was evidently something different about the young Maori's demeanour.
Waves carressed his boots, Zeniro smiled to himself and waded waist deep into the cool water, enjoying the sensation of the water as it slowly enveloped his lower torso. Here in this moment of solitude Zeniro began to experience an emotion he had almost forgotten.
The night was clear and crisp, the breeze warm against his bare tattooed skin. Water shifting against the sand was the only noise as the waves carressed the shore. Zeniro took a slow inward breath, the air was clean as it filled his lungs and he felt a vigor he hadn't experienced in the longest time. Although his naked upper torso was littered with the scars of a horrific past, his mind...possibly for the first time in his short life was clear. A calloused hand was raised to brush messy black hair from his vision scratching softly as it swept to the base of his skull.
The wind picked up, causing the tears in his loose denim jeans to snap lightly in the breeze. Zeniro walked forward so his boot clad feet squelched in the wet sand as he drew closer to the almost infinite space of the ocean before him. Zeniro had been here many times before, most of the time he had been drunk and contemplating wading into the water and never returning. Now he focused on the horizon, trying to distinguish where the world ended and the heavens began. Although Zeniro cut the same imposing figure he always had, there was evidently something different about the young Maori's demeanour.
Waves carressed his boots, Zeniro smiled to himself and waded waist deep into the cool water, enjoying the sensation of the water as it slowly enveloped his lower torso. Here in this moment of solitude Zeniro began to experience an emotion he had almost forgotten.