My path

It seems like my life is starting over. The sun is rising, chilly dawn is sparkling with  a reflection of the sun pass on the sea surface. The squeaking sound of white see gulls entering my ears, shouting good morning song...I smile, running into the cold wave, dive and swim towards the sun. It tells me the secret of the beggining and the emptyness of the end without resurection. Christ is risen, taking us from the darkness of unforgiven sins, blessing us in a human weakness, saving us from  the dark side of ourselves. The waves are breaking through the shore, bubbling my skin. Suddenly, dull echo of upcoming storm had wispered in my ears-indeed he is risen. I slowly came out, shivering from the morning breath,ran along the beach,leaving my footprints for somebody to follow...Love me, dear, I really need you.
 The storm is coming;flashing of the lightening brightened the glooming sky, loud bombing sound of the scary thunder poped my ears, bubling cold waves splashed my short skirt, while  stinging wind blew it up my face.Trying to run back home, but sandy smoke had blocked all exits. Not being  able to see through the air,  my teared eyes close. I laid down and instinctively felt   shadowing existence of somebody nearby from the fours dimension. That was my angel. Leaving the darkness,intending to fly towards the light, overcoming bumpy obstacles , circling around the cloud, I am coming to you. What would happen should be described later on, even do not want to imagine nothing, too  afraid for my head to be hurt when I  will land at home.