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I Express Myself Through Writing

[image]3:37 am read the dashboard as I got out and made my way down the boardwalk. It was about 65 degrees with a warm sea breeze as the pale moonlight shined brighter than the lamp posts. I made my way to the usual spot I go to during the times I'm wide awake as I lean on the wooden rail and look at the moonlight reflecting over the black looking ocean...the breeze opens my pores as my leather jacket and cigarette I light warms me. Looking out into the distance. I think and just let my thoughts wonder....sometimes I get bright flashbacks, other times I struggled to connect emotion with fuzzy thoughts...."the past is the past" I keep telling myself but if that was the case, what am I doing here wide awake letting myself brood?.....


I hear footsteps approach and get a whiff of light perfume as a stranger makes her way next to me....long hair blacker than the night ocean with almost cat like hazel eyes to match it. I look back into the distance and hold my cigarette out as she grabs it and takes a couple drags. It was nice and quiet out with the only sounds being the light crashes of the waves and the occasional puff from my cigarette. Usually when two strangers share a drag, they usually have some single serving small talk before leaving each other. But I guess this was a little different....despite feeling so alone at night, I felt like I'd finally connected with someone. But maybe solitude numbs the senses and the slightest resemblance of hope blinds us. "Wanna talk about it?" I hear her soft voice ask..."not really." I say as I search deeper into the distance. After all, what's there to talk about? Sure, I'm finally free, but sometimes freedom is just another way of being alone. And I guess I've become so used to it despite trying to start over in a new city...she flicks the cigarette bud and starts to walk. I feel the emotions start to return as my memories become more vivid. I try to focus and think but I gaze into the distance and see her walking barefoot towards the ocean....


Not knowing what possessed me, i find myself following her. The sand buries my feet with every step as I get closer to her. As I reach her, She ends up going ankle deep into the water and just stands there , eyes closed with a slight smile. I stare at her curiously and start to say something but she grabs my hand and leads me to the water. I feel a sense of internal warmth despite the icy cold ocean as we both just stand there feeling the cool breeze overwhelm us...


that's when I felt it, all my fears and past creeping up as it enters the surface unfiltered. I start to shake as the ocean crashes and roars in the distance with more foam reaching our ankles as I start the tremble. Looking into the distance I see everything. The train tracks, the bridge, the stall, the meadow. As my demons come to life and remind me why I'm here after all. She grips my hand tighter and harder as the waves crash...as everything seems to be wrecking down on me.

Just as I feel like I'm going to lose my sanity, I'm welcomed with a sudden silence as the waves stop and the wind returns to a light breeze while the horizon clears and I'm left feeling weightless for the first time. She giggles and let's go of my hand as she makes her way to the sand and sits down. I'm still standing in the water and look into the horizon but look ahead to get ahead and not behind as we start talking. Neither of us really care what each other says but just like the comfort of sharing I suppose. We share our deepest thoughts and hopes as the sun creeps over the horizon....



the comfortable silence returns as the water warms up and the seagulls awake...the shore receedes and my feet dry from the sand as I look back to notice that she's gone...... And I've finally accepted and made peace with that

 
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