waves x

Mayla, my mother never knew the meaning, she just liked the
tune. I was born a dreamer, never really paid anyone attention, besides my
mother. She showed me all of the
beautiful colors that our world holds.
Now that she isn’t here everything is just black and white. The only thing that hasn’t been touched by
the darkness of my mind is the ocean, and Kai. My one and only best friend, and
the only thing that’s keeping me from drowning in my own thoughts.

There are dreamers, and there are realists in this
world. You’d think the dreamers would
find the dreamers and the realists would find the realists, but more often then
not, the opposite is true.
You see, the dreamers need the realists to keep them from soaring to close to
the sun. And the realists? Well, without the dreamers, they might never get off
the ground.

My mom was a dreamer, just as my father a realist. She was a stay at home mom, he was an all business
dad. Every night my mom would tell me
stories of the ocean. There was one particular
story that stood out to me. The story of
the people who die in the ocean, they become mermaids.

My mother died saving me from drowning, but she isn’t here
now. I guess what I’m trying to say is, Do people really become mermaids if
they drown?