My toes sunk into the cool sand. The aroma of sea salt was
overwhelming but I was a native; I was used to it. Voices of tourists invaded
my ears. The sky was dark, only lit by the few innocent stars and the radiant
full moon. This is where I came to forget.
I was alone, in the eyes of everyone else, but there was
more than that. Walls surrounded my brain that kept everyone out, except for
the few I chose to let in. My eyes fell shut as I tried to let go of every
emotion I felt. Every love I’d ever felt, every tear that had ever fallen,
everything that had ever made me sad. But they refused to leave. My emotions,
my memories (the good and the bad) clung to my heart and my brain, and they were
here to stay.
I’d been on this sand so many times before; I felt a
connection, as if the sand knew who I was, where I was from, and everything
else about me. The sand knew me and it knew brief stories of the many trespassers
that marched on it.
The waves crashed on the shore like they were trying to
escape the wrath of the sea; I tried to focus on them. Just like I felt, the
waves were constantly under attack of an unknown force, as they raced to the
shore for safely.
The wind blew my hair across my face, mixing the scent of
the salty water with strawberry shampoo. I found it interesting that two things
that were so different could come together and still seem like they belonged.
I longed someone to come sit with me. The passing strangers
each had a story to tell, and I wanted to hear them all. But mostly, I wanted
to tell my own story. I just had no one to tell it to.
