standing alone in this deserted waste land looking out into the great appandoned plain. The skeletons of things that used to be suround. Looking up into the beet red sun. Where is't though art majonalist? while shall i not find the virte of life in this place.
Looking out torge the ocean listening to the crashing waves foaming over the rocks. Alone i stand looking thoughtlesly over the water. The twinkling colors of twilight stare from the ocean at me. The grass on the hill blows in a wave whispering a song upon the earth of which i have never heard. Following in the footstep left long ago i follow them down the mountain into a wooded suclision. What is this i find a place of sanctiary from this place. A place on my own among nature. A song bird over head glides into its nest singing a bright summer tune. I walk down into the beach to feel the light spray of the ocean. Humming the tune of the earth as it surounds me. The lyrics come to me and i begin to right into my notebook i brought with me. I sketch this beautiful place into my page and into my memory forever last. A picture flashes from my camera as i take a picture to keep. I walk back up the trail into my wooded home and make a shelter within the trees safe as to keep my place forever within my heart, my head, and my idealistic sanctuary.
I stand alone to fight. the people of my life. Coming to an end is this of the time ever lasting is not to this my life of time of horror and times of belistic memoritism. Coming back with bruses all over my legs, back, sides, and arms. Blood running down my face. My eyes turning red as i transform. They back away into the night. I stand in a mysterious, dangerious, scaring form. To which they don't know. What am I? Where have I come from?
waves rolling crashing against the rocks. see guls waver over the trees to a landing. staring out into the aquamarine surf looking for the answers. Sand heating around her the sun beating upon her skin. She jumps up to her feet running to the sea. jumping into the surf. Swimming out into the waves. Basking in the warm salty water. Ducking under the waves. Goes back to the beach and graps the surf board. Paddling out watching for the next huge wave. Paddling and rising up onto the surf board riding the wave into shore.
Bliss is the ocean. Life is like an ocean. wavering back and forth turning stormy quickly. Always changing with the current. Good at times and bad in others. Never knowing what will happen just running its course.
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