She never liked the beach.
She was never a fan.
But she had always loved the ocean.
She loved the sound the waves made
When they would crash against the
Shore.
She loved the anticipation that builds
Right before a wave would
Crest.
She loved looking out
And being able to see
Forever.
She loved the waves.
She loved them so much,
She wanted to be one.
She wanted her life to look like the
Ocean.
She wanted to be beautiful,
Even during her storms.
She wanted to be unpredictable.
She wanted to have no rules.
She wanted her only limits to be
What she couldn't move.
She wanted to be a mystery.
Her heart?
She wanted not even the best divers
To be able to see it all.
She wanted to be a
Wave,
In a life that was like an
Ocean.
She just had to find the courage
To make the first
Ripple.
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Letters to Myself
RandomSo, these are just a bunch of letters that I wish I would have gotten when I was younger or things I wish someone would tell me. And occasionally random thoughts I have. I hope you like it.
