His eyes closed and he let the breeze push him by, like a small wave.
"It was a bright and beautiful day, The sun casted but the clouds hugged it gentle. It was easy on my back, not too baring, and those days were ones I called perfect. I met a peculiar being. She circled endlessly around the lighthouse I was in. Overshadowing the beautiful waves that crashed on the cliff the lighthouse sat upon. I hadn't ever traveled before that time...
I thought her a ghost. My mother had always told me that my father would tell stories of the days he was out at sea and the creatures he had seen but this peculiar creature was non like any story. She was confused and at that point my tongue was a riddle and I could not help her. Their was despair in her eyes to the sea and her pain I could feel emitting within her heart.
Who she was, what she was she did not know. She didn't stay long and I had wondered if she would ever cone back. Year passed and she finally did this time in a form that I had not seen her in. But I knew it was her because I could never forgot those eyes.
My tongue still bore riddles like my mother had engrained in me. But this time the creature gave me a riddle. One I vowed to tell if ever came a time.
You are born with many yous,
You grow and they lessen,
And when there be a day to pick between,
Dont,
Because all of those you are you
And you ever find yourself to wonder,
And get lost,
Be you and you will be found.
Wip
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