Happy time

A drop from the sea, like a dream, a fantasy, a piece of experience that does not know where its connection to reality is. One can only watch and enjoy from behind a glass, without imagining reality. Like death even, far and poetic and at the same time alive and near, the eyes may not endure the depth of its truth and try to ignore it, like a jar that can only hold a very small part of the sea water in itself for a day. There is nothing but empty glasses and cigarette butts and dried flowers, as if it is too late and when there is no time left for happiness, of course, this scene may have been seen before and in the past there was time for happiness. "Let's make waves Together" is written on the yellow barrel. Does too much effort make the truth of the sea tangible, or, like a vitamin C tablet, does its simmer only evoke the illusion of the sea? The sky is not as usual, it has become more spectacular, nothing else can be seen, it is so blue that it is difficult to distinguish it from the sea, there is no bird in the sky, as if everything has sunk in the sky. Who knows in which eye's blue depth, the sea can be found.