i used to spend hours staring at the oceans crash into one another, watching it being thrown and taken back, thrown and taken back, again and again and....
it was almost mesmerizing in a way, to see the same rhythmic action happen over and over again.
it was almost like the ocean was breathing in the warm sun glazed sand. this went back and forth, back and forth, back and....
but for the past few years, all i've been doing is giving and never receiving. and i am tired, oh my god, so tired, of never receiving the same love i give in return.
i give to much. yes, i am a giver more than a receiver. i used convince myself that i was fine with that by shoving all of those draining melancholic feelings in a box and sealing it shut with steel bars and a promise to myself; a promise i knew i wasn't capable of keeping but i did it anyway out of desperation.
3 years later and i am still at a battle with myself; a key in one hand and the silver tongued devil in another. contemplating between the both, whether to let all my emotions in and feel everything at once or to end it all with one slash across a vein.
so tell me now, ocean of despair, what should i do?
YOU ARE READING
Unsent Letters.
Short StoryA handful of letters that will never quite get to its intended recipient. NO COPYRIGHT INTENDED.
