I panted
Out of breath
But no longer running
I was sat on the rough sand of the beach
My black hair flying wildly around my face, decorated with waves that fall naturally no matter how much I straighten them.
The tangy taste of salt stinging my tongue
Oh how I missed this cold sea breeze
I was freezing, hands hugging my legs in tightly.
But I liked the cold
The intangible feeling that it provided
I exhaled
A cold mist exiting my mouth
I imagined it as all of the negative thoughts
But alas
No matter how much I breathed
Some would not leave my mind
