I have always been fascinated by mermaids. They’re always shrouded by seductive mystery & encased within their sad stories. It could be because of their desolate disposition despite their alluring appearance. Maybe. Or maybe it’s because of the fact that their longing for companionship & mindlessly trying to maintain a relationship by how they know it is somewhat relatable. Maybe.
It may sound ridiculous but I admit that I still believe in them. That they exist. That they are not some figment of a writer’s overactive imagination. That they live in the deepest abyss of the sea, far from sight of unworthy mortals. That they are with us. That someday, I will meet one. She might not be as beautiful as I’ve imagined, nor as serene as I’ve wanted, but still, seeing one alive is enough proof for me that the thin line between reality & imagination can always be broken just by holding on to a dream & and holding on to it hard, really hard.
