I stood there, salty scent in the air, tangling my hair with the wind. I closed my eyes, and for what seemed like an eternal moment, the waters were singing to me. They were soft-spoken at first, almost shy to splash around. But as I heard the dragging of the waters, a low groan turned into a battle cry. My eyelashes lifted rapidly to see the lullaby turn into a chaotic dance. The roaring waves crashed into each other, engulfing the rocks, and leaving the gentleness behind. But as soon as they aroused, they blended back into the sea. As they did, they left a soft foam on the surface, making it seem everything was peaceful underneath. This foam covered all truth that the waters were once again, beginning to rise. I knelt down by the shore, and felt the foam on my fingertips. It reminded me of the lies I let cover my heart: the fears, the aches, the chaos, the pain... As memories came back, I dipped my fingertips back in the water, and the foam was washed away. I sighed.
Can't I just remember, these hurts can too be taken away?
