A chilly summer morning. I insist on taking a walk on the beach - alone. It's like the sand is calling me to come and crush it, leaving my huge footsteps along the lines of the sea.
I reflect on smoothly jagged childhood, the one that lead to my current lost, abstract life. I play that old game with the sea, walking so close to the water and running away as the waves come crashing in, trying not to get my feet wet. I smile at the memory of the same game I used to play when i was just a little kid; a kid running around the beach in her swimsuit, worry-less and almost emotionless - but for happiness.
That memory takes only a few moments, before I notice a beautiful seashell from afar. It wasn't near the water like the other seashells, But it wasn't far either; it seemed as if it was playing the same game with the sea :)
I go to the seashell and sit down next to it. I smile shyly as I know what I'm about to do is a bit crazy. But I do it nonetheless. I pick up the seashell and am surprised at how smooth it is; no grain of sand was even stuck to it, like it had just been polished.
I put it to my ear and listen to the sound of the beach coming from it. Even though I'm right there at the beach, the seashell seemed to send different sounds, like it was talking to me personally in a different language.
I held it in my hand for a while and began talking to it, speaking my mind and my heart and telling it what's bothering me and what's making me happy. And it was the best listener I've ever talked to.
...yes, I talked to a seashell.
I reflect on smoothly jagged childhood, the one that lead to my current lost, abstract life. I play that old game with the sea, walking so close to the water and running away as the waves come crashing in, trying not to get my feet wet. I smile at the memory of the same game I used to play when i was just a little kid; a kid running around the beach in her swimsuit, worry-less and almost emotionless - but for happiness.
That memory takes only a few moments, before I notice a beautiful seashell from afar. It wasn't near the water like the other seashells, But it wasn't far either; it seemed as if it was playing the same game with the sea :)
I go to the seashell and sit down next to it. I smile shyly as I know what I'm about to do is a bit crazy. But I do it nonetheless. I pick up the seashell and am surprised at how smooth it is; no grain of sand was even stuck to it, like it had just been polished.
I put it to my ear and listen to the sound of the beach coming from it. Even though I'm right there at the beach, the seashell seemed to send different sounds, like it was talking to me personally in a different language.
I held it in my hand for a while and began talking to it, speaking my mind and my heart and telling it what's bothering me and what's making me happy. And it was the best listener I've ever talked to.
...yes, I talked to a seashell.
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