The Water

The Water. As I am thinking about my life, my love, my friendships. It is serene as a sunset scenery. Although this was something different. Something about the swaying waves, to and fro, to and fro. The brilliant blue waves swiftly carving out the gaps in between the rocks. You can see each layer of water come and go as the rock dries, then becomes wet just as quickly.
The sky is a mild baby blue. The shade of blue not disturbed by any clouds as far as the eye could see. As the chilling breeze brushed my hair against my cheeck, I examined the shapes in my hands from leaning on the rocks. My hands were red and damp. I leaned towards the water slowly to wash off my filthy hands.
I took off my shoes one by one. My socks slipping off my feet, my feet relieved to feel that cool breeze passing by. I hesitated at first, water chilling, then I emerged my feet straight down into the water. Swaying back and forth, almost as if mimicking the waves simple reaccuring patterns.
I reached back behind me and searched for my binder. My head exploding with all of my newly born thoughts. Thoughts of what to say, what to tell other people, how I feel. I lifted my pure black pen and held it to the crisp white paper. Brand new page, waiting to be part of a story, part of history. A living movie, to tell how my emotions ran through my mind. I tried but i couldn't. It was a weird feeling, I had millions of ideas, things to say, feelings to express, how good I feel right now... Although i couldn't do it. Nothing could express the exact way I feel. Writing it down would be a lie, a complete recording of dishonosty. If someone actually wanted to know what this was like, they needed to come here themself. I couldn't feel it for them.
So I simply said what I could, and did what I had to do. The paper accepting my words kindly and agreeing to repeat them to friends and family.




"The Water
How could I say what I feel
for everyone feels different
if I went skydiving for you and told you how thrilling it was,
could you take the thrill yourself?
No, You could not.
That is the problem here
As I speak for my heart and my mind,
if you want to read this
come to where I am
Think of Who you love
remember who makes you smile
write about the ones who make you laugh
And your thoughts will travel miles"