Post by ali on May 25, 2019 2:13:31 GMT -5
Oceana walked along the dunes, her bare feet sinking into the dry sand as the wind rustled her hair. It was a Sunday. A day off. With no school to occupy her and her family telling her she was not needed to help with supper, as they always did, she went walking.
She would walk for hours, the silence was a comfort in her mind that was always screaming, tumbling, a storm of chaos and heartache. The cool wind may of chilled her to the bone, but she found it woke her, cleared her conscience so that she did not carry the weight of it.
The brunette finally paused, turning to face the ocean after which she was named. It glittered silver, waves softly peppering the coastline with foam kisses. With a small sigh, she sat, sheilding the view of the ocean with the overbearing sand dune. Leaning back, the young woman closed her eyes, listening to the silence she so desperately yearned would be a part of her.
She would walk for hours, the silence was a comfort in her mind that was always screaming, tumbling, a storm of chaos and heartache. The cool wind may of chilled her to the bone, but she found it woke her, cleared her conscience so that she did not carry the weight of it.
The brunette finally paused, turning to face the ocean after which she was named. It glittered silver, waves softly peppering the coastline with foam kisses. With a small sigh, she sat, sheilding the view of the ocean with the overbearing sand dune. Leaning back, the young woman closed her eyes, listening to the silence she so desperately yearned would be a part of her.
