Hollywood captured us in fear.
A net tightly held around our thoughts.
Ocean.
Going into that salty queen.
Deep inside her, our fears are hidden.
A toe first…to check the temperature..
Perhaps to really think about entering her mystery.
Hollywood scenes play in our minds as we slowly walk into her.
Waves crashing.
Duuunn dun…
Just up to our waist, we’re safe here.
Duuunnnn duunn…
Begging our mind to stop the scenes.
Duuunnnn dun…
Something brushes against our thigh.
Duuuunnnn dunn…
Duunnnn dun..
Fear.
Swimming back to shore in a frenzy.
Duuun dun…
Pulling salty water feverishly in our fearful palms.
Duuunnn dun…
Reaching the shore, praise the gods!
It.
Was.
Seaweed.
About the Creator
Elsa
Teacher, traveler, fur baby mom, reader, and writer. I enjoy writing historical fiction stories, fiction, poetry, true crime, and nonfiction.
Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts7 days ago in Longevity
Comments (1)
Funny one. Refreshing ocean view.