02-22-2019, 10:19 AM
All of the voices inside of my mind will never be silenced
It is a relief to feel the sand beneath her feet once more. But, curiously, a disappointment, as though the sea has become as much a part of her as the earth and sky. And perhaps it has, though she is still too young to fully comprehend such things.The thoughts are back, a dull roar inside her mind that she struggles to quiet for a moment. It is easy, beneath the waves. So quiet, freeing. The water may be heavy against her skin but she had never felt so light as when she was being crushed beneath those waves. But she cannot hide in the water forever. She has a promise to fulfill, shells to seek.
She is only partially successful in blocking them out. She can still hear bits and pieces as she scans the yawning stretch of beach. Fear and determination, anger and curiosity. And cats? All of it mingles in a jumble inside her mind, but she does her best to shove it aside. To ignore the reverberations in her skull.
She must find the seashells, and as she peers around her, it seems her choices are limited. To the left, the open, empty beach stretches in pristine glory. To her right, shambling wooden structures jut haphazardly from the sand. The sea is a hungry mistress, she knows, and the waves take as much as they give. No doubt the beach had been washed clean, but perhaps a few precious shells have been caught in the uneven structures, left behind by the tide.
So she turns left, hoping she might find what she seeks within those tangled wooden oddities.
until I can find a way to let go of what we left behind
persea
Persea goes left.
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