While I laid there in silence, I finally remembered. Everything that I'd ever pushed away, in fear of feeling far too much, had rushed back and formed large, wet tears in my eyes.
It was raining heavily. The grass along Hill was wet and ever so green.
The clouds were dark and creeping as the thunder slowly rumbled.
Ocean was screaming at me. I've never been allowed to remember. But it was too late. I was on the edge of sinking, forever into the soil that I was born upon. I could so easily give in.
As I laid there, I remembered.
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A Journey
Short Story"For long you live, and high you fly Smiles you'll give, and tears you'll cry. For all you touch, and all you see Is all your life will ever be." - Pink Floyd xx This is a short story written by me. Every moment and scene is personal to me and my...
