The water was
cold. Freezing. The waves crashed relentlessly onto my legs
like they craved telling me secrets they heard but were
too afraid to do so. Too afraid. We're all too afraid to do
something. Some are too afraid to love. Others are too
afraid to be loved. Me? Well, I'm afraid to do both. What
is the ocean afraid of? It seems to be afraid of lots of
things. I wonder if it's afraid to hurt people. I
wonder if the ocean despises itself because no matter how many
people it's known to make happy there are the few
that it's known to kill. Maybe that's what makes the
ocean so cold. Everything has a story to be told,
everything has something to be afraid of. But we have to learn
to trust these things. We have to find out for
ourselves if the ocean will give us peace and tranquility or if
we'll be another wave reaching but never
touching.
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AnInsecureGirl · 1 decade ago
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This is beautiful.