*eyes closed*
You take a deep
breath, breathe in the salty tang of the sunscreen-laced summer air. You reach
out, fingers interlacing, palm clasping palm. The sun kisses your lips, a
slight breeze ruffling the curls in your hair. You wiggle your toes, the sand
in between falling like stardust, the lull of the ocean kissing the shore a
metronome to your relaxed senses.
When your senses are dulled, you know you’re safe. You have
your friends on your sides, each with an input to add to the fantasy. A 20 minute
car ride back from school, through the city used to spell adventure for the
wild imagination. Freedom.
When did you make it so complicated growing up ?
*eyes closed*
“That which is dreamed can never be lost, can never be undreamed.” - Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Wake Up
- Inner Voice
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