07-28-2017, 07:20 PM
A change of scenery; though the uneasy quality remains surprisingly identical. Grey, blanched; monotone foreshadowing...Still...the lackluster beach is greatly preferred over the extreme, over-saturated wood behind me. Like the vine laden, smog infused glade, this atmosphere is filled to burst with moisture; engorged, sweltered humidity. Clammy fingers slime up every square inch of dripping skin. My gut contorts...voicing strong retribution against the horrible acclimation. Much like a newborn child discovering the world for first time, I'm grossly inadequate in the experience department. The coast is mostly bare, it runs adjacent the mouth of tooth-like cliffs which accent the length;neither are obviously secure. The ocean remains constantly turbulent. Beyond the reef, those great funnels of water ascend; cycling like slender tornadoes as they waver and bend. Despite its tropical influence, there is hardly any species of vibrancy which I can draw comfort from. Where razor slat and gravel didn't persistent, the occasional tower with it's pale face and wrinkled, fan-shaped leaves would jut with mighty arms reaching toward the overcast abyss. Once...a massive, sluggish fiend came across my path. Dragging its oversized carcass across the sodden grit. Though a wide girth is given, the beast still turns; hauling its armored body and uncurling a dribbled, frothy mouth. Just before darkness sets, ear piercing, blood curling trumpets would erupt from some unexplained source. Their agonized screams always brought frantic, desperate heat to the surface of my quivering skin. I ventured into a grove of tangled green on one particularly brave night...aiming to inspect...but found naught in the bleak, cringing darkness. Downcast and slumped by the continual harassment of this never-ending water logging typhoon. I'd taken leave of the forest in a futile effort to find an end to these oppressive storms. Absent the rise and fall of yon sun or moon, days blur and time feels skewed...disproportionate. The brittle, foaming shoreline is lined with brackish water; above, the sky insistently crackles...snarling with envy at the living world below it. Dribbling irises rise, scanning for an overhang of any capacity. Around my neck, the metallic collar pulses; a comforting solidness which clicks gently to rhythm of deft footfalls. |