A dream filled my room like an ocean
Scales spawn to hold strong, as they must
It seems I have taken a potion Continue reading Wet Dream
Black Box
He watched.
With eyes full of curiosity,
And hands itching to lift the lid.
Nervous as he was,
He stepped in closer. Continue reading Black Box
My First Breath
We stayed in a traditional Arab home owned by a couple that worked with Pavilion Dive Centre by hosting their students every time they were on a trip to Musandam. The house had a huge courtyard in the middle which we used to barbecue our meat and veggies before snuggling up in blankets and watching documentaries about ocean conservation. The white walls with baby blue trims of the property added to the oceanic mood, that and the heavenly perfume of the ocean accompanied by the music provided by the waves.
Slice of Nikita 