Simple.
Everywhere I looked was still and quiet. The air was cold but welcoming. The coast was always clear, no sign of physical life. Not a soul around. Always Me.
Silence.
As far as I can remember I have always been here. I walk the same paths, breathe the same air, and see the same sea every day. Always walking besides the repetitive waves and feeling the grains of sand underneath my bare feet.
Solitude.
There but not quite. It came with the sounds of the waves crashing into the sand that ever waited for that collision. Almost like an illusion of glass flooring waiting for someone to be brave enough to walk it, Until it finally cracks and submerges you into the eternal calmness of it.
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The day he appeared in my life was almost like a dream. The loneliness that wrapped around me was broken by his presence. Silence was no more, his voice carried by the sound of the waves and salt in the air. My simpleness became intricate.
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The Island
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