Poetic Prose

Divine words from Heaven haunted my fragile ears with faint whisperings. The stars twinkled like laughing eyes, glittering in the eternal black. They provided a sharp contrast to the dark, empty ocean beside me. Without a word, the voice of the gods in my ears, I walked into the ocean. I didn't look back and I didn't hold my breath.

So I possibly wrote that. On the other hand, maybe I didn't. I don't know where it came from if I didn't write it. But I don't remember writing it either. It's good in either case. If I did write it, I'm proud of myself. If it's from someplace else, I'm impressed. If you know where it's from, let me know. Someone suggested The Awakening by Kate Chopin, but I've never read it.