You Hate the Beach
Hey guys. Just wanted to drop by to show you something I wrote really quick. Like no joke, I wanted to make it a short poem but I just kep writing and in 5 minutes, I had a short story. Sorry Nayan-chan for not having your one-shot done yet but I'm hoping to finish it really soon. I'm a horrible person I know @_@"...
Anyways, thanks to chevyportia for the inspiration. ^^
You Hate the Beach
You hate the beach.
People say that when a tide comes to the shore it leaves something behind: a shell, a rock, a piece of seaweed. But you know what it really does. It tries to wash away all existence that ever resided here, replacing it with mere, worthless things: a shell, a rock, a piece of seaweed.
How can you leave an imprint on this beloved beach, prove your existence, if it gets washed up by the tide? Does it not want you there? You try desperately because this is your dream; when someone else comes along you want them to know, to say, “Oh, he or she was here,” but the water doesn’t let you.
“Mommy, why does the water keep washing away everything I make?” You ask with a pout.
“The water comes and brings your creations with it back to the ocean. It’s a really beautiful thing.” She gazes out to the sea with a smile but you just cross your arms and frown.
“That’s not beautiful. That’s mean! It’s MY stuff!”
“One day you’ll understand.” For years you hated the beach and its criminal ways. How could something so magnificent take away something so important to you?
Right now, you didn’t understand, and you didn’t think you ever would.
13 years.
It took you 13 years to realize what your mother said.
“The water comes and brings your creations with it back to the ocean. It’s a really beautiful thing.”
“You were right mom.” It is beautiful. Because it’s not stealing from you anymore, and it never has.
You always wanted to make your imprint, your memorial, on this beach, and you thought that the tide was preventing you to do so, when in fact, it took it to all the other beaches. Every footprint, hand print, sand angel, and castle you have ever made, the tide came and took it somewhere else to share your imprint, your memorial. So now, you don’t only exist here; you exist everywhere. Everybody knows who you are without ever having to know what you look like, or how your voice sounds; but, even if they don’t know it, you’re somewhere in their hearts whenever they take a step on the sand. Your soul is kept in small, unique simplicities of the sea: a shell, a rock, a piece of seaweed. And that’s all you ever wanted.
You love the beach.
A/N: What did you think? ^^ Comments and critism are loved. <33~
Anyways, thanks to chevyportia for the inspiration. ^^
You Hate the Beach
You hate the beach.
People say that when a tide comes to the shore it leaves something behind: a shell, a rock, a piece of seaweed. But you know what it really does. It tries to wash away all existence that ever resided here, replacing it with mere, worthless things: a shell, a rock, a piece of seaweed.
How can you leave an imprint on this beloved beach, prove your existence, if it gets washed up by the tide? Does it not want you there? You try desperately because this is your dream; when someone else comes along you want them to know, to say, “Oh, he or she was here,” but the water doesn’t let you.
“Mommy, why does the water keep washing away everything I make?” You ask with a pout.
“The water comes and brings your creations with it back to the ocean. It’s a really beautiful thing.” She gazes out to the sea with a smile but you just cross your arms and frown.
“That’s not beautiful. That’s mean! It’s MY stuff!”
“One day you’ll understand.” For years you hated the beach and its criminal ways. How could something so magnificent take away something so important to you?
Right now, you didn’t understand, and you didn’t think you ever would.
13 years.
It took you 13 years to realize what your mother said.
“The water comes and brings your creations with it back to the ocean. It’s a really beautiful thing.”
“You were right mom.” It is beautiful. Because it’s not stealing from you anymore, and it never has.
You always wanted to make your imprint, your memorial, on this beach, and you thought that the tide was preventing you to do so, when in fact, it took it to all the other beaches. Every footprint, hand print, sand angel, and castle you have ever made, the tide came and took it somewhere else to share your imprint, your memorial. So now, you don’t only exist here; you exist everywhere. Everybody knows who you are without ever having to know what you look like, or how your voice sounds; but, even if they don’t know it, you’re somewhere in their hearts whenever they take a step on the sand. Your soul is kept in small, unique simplicities of the sea: a shell, a rock, a piece of seaweed. And that’s all you ever wanted.
You love the beach.
A/N: What did you think? ^^ Comments and critism are loved. <33~