I never liked beaches; I never liked the seas, salty air, or the sand. The feeling of loneliness whispers to me whenever I spend my day at the seaside. I never appreciated its beauty, I had never even thought of it. I was never a fan of romanticizing a view that will always be there.
Well, not until I found you. When the sky meets the sea, once the sun kisses the horizon. I wanted to be there by the beach, with the ocean as our witness, the sand the serves as our slumber, and the salty sea air enveloping us both.
Romanticizing our pain whenever we're together, thinking it's love. Nothing else matters as long as I'm with you was my mantra, but then you left. Leaving me hating this view. The ocean. The sand. And the salty sea air.
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Non-FictionI caught myself thinking about something out of my control once again. This time, I recorded it, and maybe once I'm healed, I can read my past thoughts and smile at how far I've come. This is a collection of thoughts of Feral. Existentialism is wha...
