"Do You Like The Ocean?"
A question was posed to me that struck me as the sort of wonderfully vague and...well..."Emo-ish" mind sex that I don't ask myself much any more. It was in the form of a letter from a friend of mine that I hadn't seen in ages. After some semi-careful and coherent thought, I finally came up with my answer.
It's funny that you ask if "I like the ocean".
I’ve spent much of my life trying to live the way I feel it is trying to show us. I’ve scuba dived down into its sandy belly with its eternal azure enveloping all of my senses and becoming both an embrace of trust and a salted arcane kiss of what dangers could possibly come. I’ve surfed its rough top and had it thrown me as hard as it could but never enough to truly break me. You ask me if I like the ocean? Ask me if I enjoy my life.
Of course I remember those “garage days”. Though no longer a girl with a bad hairdue (obviously I am now a young woman with a bad hairdue), I still look upon those days with a sense of pride. Only could five young imaginations spend that much time with each other without ever feeling prejudice or embarrassment from what the other people around us would think.
You’ve grown into a very beautiful person yourself and obviously one that has no qualms pondering the world around her. Thank you for your kind letter and the smile I will carry today. These “fake people” are meant to be more lessons learned and more experience for you to gain so that you may know who your real friends are. Take care of yourself and send your sister a hello. I’ve been meaning to write to her and tell her what’s been going on in my life and the massive changes I’ve been going through and vice-versa. Unfortunately to place it all in a letter (my favorite form of communication) takes much time and I haven’t been able to comply as of late.
I am happy now yes. It took a long time for me to try and come around to even string those letters together, but I am now happy. I have a beautiful husband that I feel I will never run out of love for and brighter road ahead of me. For me, this is how people are supposed to feel nearly all the time. In fact, I've always imagined that this was the way almost everyone felt and that I was in the minority. Now I see that it is vice versa. So many walk with anger in their hearts and look as if all they want to do is fight. Those are the ones that need to ask themselves your question the most.
It's funny that you ask if "I like the ocean".
I’ve spent much of my life trying to live the way I feel it is trying to show us. I’ve scuba dived down into its sandy belly with its eternal azure enveloping all of my senses and becoming both an embrace of trust and a salted arcane kiss of what dangers could possibly come. I’ve surfed its rough top and had it thrown me as hard as it could but never enough to truly break me. You ask me if I like the ocean? Ask me if I enjoy my life.
Of course I remember those “garage days”. Though no longer a girl with a bad hairdue (obviously I am now a young woman with a bad hairdue), I still look upon those days with a sense of pride. Only could five young imaginations spend that much time with each other without ever feeling prejudice or embarrassment from what the other people around us would think.
You’ve grown into a very beautiful person yourself and obviously one that has no qualms pondering the world around her. Thank you for your kind letter and the smile I will carry today. These “fake people” are meant to be more lessons learned and more experience for you to gain so that you may know who your real friends are. Take care of yourself and send your sister a hello. I’ve been meaning to write to her and tell her what’s been going on in my life and the massive changes I’ve been going through and vice-versa. Unfortunately to place it all in a letter (my favorite form of communication) takes much time and I haven’t been able to comply as of late.
I am happy now yes. It took a long time for me to try and come around to even string those letters together, but I am now happy. I have a beautiful husband that I feel I will never run out of love for and brighter road ahead of me. For me, this is how people are supposed to feel nearly all the time. In fact, I've always imagined that this was the way almost everyone felt and that I was in the minority. Now I see that it is vice versa. So many walk with anger in their hearts and look as if all they want to do is fight. Those are the ones that need to ask themselves your question the most.