2020/01/18 Draft

Beach, waves, and the Looney Tunes lover, Took off her trainers, and sat by the water. Human beings label that expression as smile, An impulse irresistibly related to a state of ease. She needs great power to refrain from her fear, But needs more to hold back her laughter. Her limbs are thoroughly into the layers of sand, cheerfully, non-stop. I did expect a genius artist like her to draw some cartoon characters as always, But now she put down the artist's duty. Piles of sand were moved from here to there. Or it was she who was experiencing the natural power, substance, matter, or whatever you call it. Without purpose. Layman as I has been deprived of such gift. She never exceeds the Mirror Stage. She is the inseparable whole. The world is in herself. The unversial gravity between Earth and the moon pushes the tides. Force from the little rabbit lover changed forever the combination of the sand, Maybe the beach, even perhaps the rest life of the day. Who knows. She was a goddess without any obligations. One never knows how great peace her innocent smile can bring. I felt time paused, it safely paused. She was playing sand beside me. I don't even desire a conversation. Whenever she wants, she talks, "Do you know what's this?" The question have been repeated thousands of times, but I have never lost my patience with her. Ask me one more time, and I would love to answer. Her smile cures. Emi angel, smile at me. Transmit me with the purest tranquil power, From the sun, the moon, the sand. No, she is the source. It's from her. -----------------+++++-++ Emi is the SEN student in my class.