what a word!

the sea ends, there, the mud, begins, i don't really know what ends or begins first, though i think the sea never ends, and you can get married in it. we trudge a little further, my shoes are stuck, i want to take them off, we are sinking, we fall, on each other, our shoes come off, while falling. it feels so good to feel you again, its been so long, i can almost remember all i have memorized, in the past, in our past, past our present, passed but not forgotten, into our times together, past this land, past this sea, this mud, the olive trees, the little stone homes, the stretch of water, reaching the town, this mud, this mud, this quagmire..................................

(thanks Laimah. i love your sense of language and sarcasm. if it weren't for ridicule, i'd be taking myself way too seriously.)