Fish Out of WaterMore Like This
After escaping Fujimoto's sight from spreading his magic all around, Ponyo returned to the surface of earth and sprinted across the water to find Sōsuke.
Unaware which direction she had last seen him to where she was running too.
She came by a shore, different from the last one she recalled where she last saw Sōsuke.
Sōsuke was located by the bank of a mountain top.
This shore had no hill of any sorts, but had many trees and strange variations of greens.
Ponyo was a tiny bit surprised by this, but not enough to continue her run, continuing at the same speed long after her feet had left the water and touched the dirt and grass.
Shouting for Sōsuke's name continuously as she continued moving further into the jungle and looking for the patch of land she had recalled in her previous time atop the surface world.
Only having stopped as soon as she sprinted off a direct slop to a large drop to have her fall broken by a large riverbank.
After popping her head out and shakin
ReflectionI found a couple of old photo albums in my attic. They were thrown away in some cardboard boxes and forgotten. Somehow I avoided looking through them. Whenever I came up here, it was for the sole purpose of writing without being bothered by anyone.More Like This
But today, the curiosity seemed to be a bomb at the back of my head, waiting to explode.
I sneezed several times as my hands opened, grabbed and took out everything from postcards to books and letters. Even clothes. Hidden away, I found a smaller wooden box. The paint was scratched off and worn out making whatever had been once drawn on it, barely recognizable.
I put it on my writing table and opened the oval window. It was cold outside, but sunny. The stinging kind of cold that hurts your skin, dries it, and makes you feel like you can't breathe. The streets were empty. The lack of sleep made my mind float. Creativity comes easier when I'm in this state. Words tend to flow without effort. I hadn't slept all night.