beach
And as the evening settled and the clouds began to form over the top of the sand and water, she smiled in awe as she sat by herself on the balcony, her right elbow propped up on the ledge as it held her head as she stared. Everything felt nice. It felt real, and she felt vulnerable— alive even. She was alone, but not by herself as she listened to the children on the beaches scream with excitement to get back into their hotels. She listened to the parents scold said children. She listened to the few dogs out on the beach bark at the upcoming storm, and she listened to the waves as they begged the sands to let them crash.
She realized, in this moment of peace, that it was going to be okay being alone. She didn't need anyone else, especially a man, and for right now, that was okay because she had herself, and that's all she ever really needed.
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vacation
blue and gray,
the sky begins to bleed
with salt and silt
at the earliest of midnight.
the birds perch on the old
palm trees covered in decorative
string lights and blue and gray ribbon,
and they watch as the radios boom music
for the unnerving tourists.
sirens scream against the rain,
and lighting crashes against the
waves of the ocean, but the
unnerving tourists stay at peace.
blue and gray,
the sky begins to bleed
with salt and silt
at the earliest of midnight,
and they're okay.
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Teen Fictionjust random story ideas, thoughts, poems, and scenes that I would like to add into a story, but never will :)
