DUSK .

The girl wandered, lost in memories of past, scary yet surreal. She wore a long blue gown, with bare mid-riff, that flowed in the cool and humid sea breeze of the sunny dusk; roller curled hair, soft and shiny offered no friction to the call of the wind and chose to remain suspended in air. The wooden pier gleaming with sunlight stood on the precipice of the vast ocean, boasting and with no modesty flaunted its depth ergo the power it had, carrying and showing off a deep blue hue. It seemed as if everything was stuck in those moments while time no longer having the ability to move forward.