When Two Worlds Collide

She was a wave, never stagnant, always crashing, splashing and whooshing. She fancies journey greatly, that the torrent of excitement rushing over her. Every adventure is a treasure like a chest of gold for pirates, like the air we breathe, a part of her life she cannot leave. She desires every risky situation, measuring and weighing her strength and limitations. She has freedom, moving everywhere in fluid motion, no barricade can stop her if she wishes to pursue.

He was the earth, stable, still and unmoving. Strong and solid he may be, he remains where he is, content to the things he has, cherishing everything which is with him all the time. He never fancy adventure, the overwhelming persuasion of traveling. He wants what he owns, and nothing more. He can be noncommittal, never caring of other things around.

Nonetheless, the wave still has a great effect on him. May it be little or big, it was still an impact a humble wave could give. As whenever the wave embraces the earth with her cold blue blanket she would often take something from him. In return, the earth will wait, awaiting for the wave to return and complete him yet again.


Authoress' Note:

Just trying to write once more. :)