the waves began to crash louder, and the birds started to chirp higher. my lungs expanded twice their size, and my mind was put on hold for seconds that felt like hours.
and then the waves crashed even louder as the only words my vocal chords could process was a silent, 'whoa'.
// m.m.
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PoetryPoetic Rant Book Series - #2 A collection of poetic like sentences and/or small poems. Plus, a few poetically put rants. (lower case intended)
