The beach.
I never really liked the beach until recently.
I never really liked nature either.
Maybe I was so wrapped up in the dark.
Blinded by a slate of sorrow.
I wasn't accustomed to the true beauty of this world.
Red skies.
Pink clouds.
Crashing oceans.
The soft purr of a cat.
Patting of rain.
The loud flapping of a bird's wings.
Why did all this beauty have to be entrapped in a world gone blind?
It isn't fair such greatness is stuck in a world of ghosts and slave masters.
But nothing is fair in this world.
Nothing has been.
It never will be.
