Has Anyone Seen My Dearest Lola?

When staring at the blue ocean to admire its beauty and strength for the last time, seemed much more attractive to the eye, than it had always been.

When looking up at the clear sky to hear the cries of a seagull flying by for the last time, seemed much more harmonious to the ear than it had always been.

When licking one’s lips to taste the trinket drops from the ocean floating in the atmosphere for the last time, seemed much less salty to the taste buds, than it had always been.

When inhaling deeply the gentle air embracing the very essence of one’s being for the last time, seemed purer to the lungs, than it had always been.

When leaning forward to witness the roaring waves hitting against the rocks for the last time seemed much more of a welcoming guest’s embrace than it had always been.

When standing barefoot on the edge of a cliff feeling the wind lift one gently off the ground for the last time seemed somewhat softer on the sole than it had always been.

Jump Lola jump.

Fear not for I shall embrace thee.

Jump my child jump.

Fear not for I shall catch thee.

Jump Lola Jump.

Fear not for I shall love thee.

Jump my child jump.

Fear not for thou shall be set FREE!

Image: The Suicide Gap - Watson’s Bay, Sydney