I crave to tell my fear to someone, for how long have I concealed this in my heart, its time for it to let loose emotions to be free, to rest in peace, to be able to breathe serenely for once not worrying if something is haunting me inside.
Let me share with you, my fear.
It was a soothing day of May, where the sun shined so vivid causing massive never ending smiles on my friend and I. The seashore had never been so spectacular each wave thrashing the gold like crimson sand delicately like a mothers touch deep and warm almost as if it was trying to tell us something, warning us perhaps. I would leap and jump and play with the waves feeling the flow of the waves feeling the relaxing wind touching each part of my body. Life was so beautiful. It relaxed me. Holding my friends hand snugly I would take her to furthest point from where upon we could observe the whole scene and admire what god had created, the bond between us was so great, each moment each second we shared valued for me for the rest of my life. But who would have guessed what loss, what tragedy I was going to face today, who would have guessed this merry day would turn out to be the turning point of my life the day where I apprehend life is meaningless, where my fear of something I loved would be my biggest yet shaking memory of the worst day.
May the 5th the unluckiest day of all for me. .
The seashore is such a tranquil place, however the most popular place where most people suffer through loss, and pain. I use to think the sea being a crystal blue blanket which showered me its love, protecting me from its mythical sea creatures. How did I not see the other side of the picture, of how highly dangerous it is, is beyond me, my foolishness and innocence grabbed the best of me. I never thought of what I would be facing today. .
Starfishes are such astonishing creatures I gazed at one I discovered deeply, while my friend marched down the shore ambitiously to find some sediments of ancient animals, fossils or conceivably some fascinating shells which she was always interested in the way they were shaped, like umbrellas, elusive yet extraordinary the way they formed.