ESSIL ON

Adrian Deckbar

Shoreline Sunset, 2009

Summer roadtrip in Canada.

To love a nymph

Deep down you must have always known she wasn’t yours. She belonged to the water… You held her close and the idilic thought of possession over love bloomed in your mortal mind. One could call you completely senseless to excuse your obliviousness. I blame it on your human nature. You couldn’t have known, could you?… that she found more comfort in the effervescence of the lake than underneath your warm touch, that she found the silence from under the surface more rhythmic than your own, passion exhausted breathing. It’s not your fault. She was never yours. She couldn’t have been… no, not when the water inside her longed for home.