The Waves of the
past.
I lay upon the beach, feeling the fresh rush of the salty waves lapping lightly at my feet.
I keep my eyes closed, and think about my past, and what it has been like.
Suddenly, the thought hits me like a thunderbolt.
I still have a lot of my life left to live.
The sun is setting now, and I continue to let the calm waves engulf my feet.
The salty air blows through my hair, and somehow, gives me a sense.of comfort.
I watch the Krabby's, scuttle along the wet sand, burying holes where they're tiny little feet step.
I hear the seagulls, cawing noisily, yet, soothingly.
A soft breeze blows, ruffling my hair.
I stand up silently, and smoothly stride back up to my beach house, my home, my comfort, my life.
The sun sets as I open my door. I walk in, and silently shut it.
I lay down in my warm bed, and let the sounds of the waves, lull me to sleep, like a silent, lullaby.
I lay upon the beach, feeling the fresh rush of the salty waves lapping lightly at my feet.
I keep my eyes closed, and think about my past, and what it has been like.
Suddenly, the thought hits me like a thunderbolt.
I still have a lot of my life left to live.
The sun is setting now, and I continue to let the calm waves engulf my feet.
The salty air blows through my hair, and somehow, gives me a sense.of comfort.
I watch the Krabby's, scuttle along the wet sand, burying holes where they're tiny little feet step.
I hear the seagulls, cawing noisily, yet, soothingly.
A soft breeze blows, ruffling my hair.
I stand up silently, and smoothly stride back up to my beach house, my home, my comfort, my life.
The sun sets as I open my door. I walk in, and silently shut it.
I lay down in my warm bed, and let the sounds of the waves, lull me to sleep, like a silent, lullaby.
