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ookiinaruu · 7 months
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Happy Days
I look upon the waves of the ocean, seeing them crash and return, crash and return.
I gaze upon the horizon, the sun rise and sets, rise and sets.
As if these cycles will continue, the days of old returning to me, I can only weep for the nights of sorrow. Pushing and pulling, slipping and falling, further into the abyss. Oh how tragic it is to feel comfort of a person that isn't there. The gaze of light and warmth of their eyes, their loving embrace, their voice.
Oh how tragic it is, for those to be nothing but illusions of a time past. A time of teenage ignorance, deathly awoken by the sobering reality of adulthood. Where the concerns of the soul feels more dire than the concerns of the mind. How foolish I was!
____ my beloved, the light you casted upon the path dulled the pain, but it became twice as hard to keep going. How long must I keep up the stoic manner, and embrace you with my love? How many more times must I attempt to muster myself the courage to gain your trust? And how many more days must you turn a blind eye before I open your eyes towards the beauty of love?
"Rise!", my mind shouted, eagerly waiting for the subconscious to snap back into existence. I awoke to no one beside me, except for my phone and the cat. I fold my clothes, left the money, called my brother to pick up the cat, and strutted to the car.
The journey to the sandy coast was peaceful. I've never been so sure of something in my entire life.
The waves were calling upon me,
"You've fallen far enough, it's time to return."
I shuffled towards the warm waters, with every step taking me further into a never-ending abyss. I was finally home, to feel the loving embrace of nature's beauty, healing every scar ___ left me.
If embracing the beauty of the sea isn't real, then I'll blissfully ignore with a pound of sand and teenage spite. Where the silence takes me, is where the happy days lie.
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