(no subject)
she stood at the edge of the tattered shoreline;;
a background broken up by the storm.
everything that had been standing for a good time before it whirled unto the coast;;
created the crumbling scene she pushed herself against.
the wind kicked up sand into her eyes&&&brushed her hair into her face as she noted the irony in complecation due to what she assumed would be a small storm;;
that did indeed in fact shatter life.
it;s not even the fact that maybe;;
quite probally;;
the storm had eaten everything inward of the coast;;
being under this presupposition probally because she stood alone in the sand.
but the ocean was;;
she was fully aware;;
more of options;;
less of opportunity.
&&&if we were speaking of irony;;
she also thought it should be noted that she couldn;t really decide if she was happy with her piece of coast before it was destroyed or not.
but now her chest seemed to be a casam;;
concave with the fact that she missed it now.
she furrowed her brow;;
because things like that pissed her off.
it was the chicken/egg paradigm;;
&&being unsure of anything you can;t control flattened her to the ground.
she didn;t want the boundless ocean that could hold anything she could make of it;;
she didn;t want the sea washing up upon bare feet to tell her she had nothing left to go back to.
realistically or not;;
she could live where shore met sand;;
never quite letting go enough to let the ocean sweep her away.
but what the casam told her;;
silently with it;s emptiness;;
was that the land where she came from was what she wanted;;
what for time had lay unappreciated addmittedly by herself.
once more for ironicy;;
it took something that destroyed everything;;
reaping it barron;;
to make her miss everything more.
see also: metaphor.
see also: words that create a storm
see also: stacey geddings.
a background broken up by the storm.
everything that had been standing for a good time before it whirled unto the coast;;
created the crumbling scene she pushed herself against.
the wind kicked up sand into her eyes&&&brushed her hair into her face as she noted the irony in complecation due to what she assumed would be a small storm;;
that did indeed in fact shatter life.
it;s not even the fact that maybe;;
quite probally;;
the storm had eaten everything inward of the coast;;
being under this presupposition probally because she stood alone in the sand.
but the ocean was;;
she was fully aware;;
more of options;;
less of opportunity.
&&&if we were speaking of irony;;
she also thought it should be noted that she couldn;t really decide if she was happy with her piece of coast before it was destroyed or not.
but now her chest seemed to be a casam;;
concave with the fact that she missed it now.
she furrowed her brow;;
because things like that pissed her off.
it was the chicken/egg paradigm;;
&&being unsure of anything you can;t control flattened her to the ground.
she didn;t want the boundless ocean that could hold anything she could make of it;;
she didn;t want the sea washing up upon bare feet to tell her she had nothing left to go back to.
realistically or not;;
she could live where shore met sand;;
never quite letting go enough to let the ocean sweep her away.
but what the casam told her;;
silently with it;s emptiness;;
was that the land where she came from was what she wanted;;
what for time had lay unappreciated addmittedly by herself.
once more for ironicy;;
it took something that destroyed everything;;
reaping it barron;;
to make her miss everything more.
see also: metaphor.
see also: words that create a storm
see also: stacey geddings.