The waves crash upon the rocks, leaving white crisp foam along the jaded rocks; the winds from the big blue makes the temperature drop.
I sit down next to the tide, letting the water faintly grasp at my feet.
I wonder how big the blue ocean is... what mysteries does it hold...
Friends circle and play in the blue water and i dig my toes into the soft grainy sand. The music in the background is faint, but i can tell its a remix of a boy band.
I'm alone in my mind until a faint familiar voice creeps up my spine.
"Eve?"
Hopefully, it's all fine...
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Fine on the Outside
Ficción históricaMy blank stares, the fading emotions. You see a blanket full of nothing, but in my mind is a canvas full of spilled paint. My silence is everyone's complaint. My thoughts flow like the wind. The lights are all dimmed, when i enter my prision calle...
