Not really sure how it's going to go, and this is definitely a first draft, but I wanted to post it on here to see if I could get some feed back. Anything I should fix?
I never really thought of the oceans waves as saying goodbye. The soft curls melted with the serene life of the deep blue wonder. Watching those same waves crashing to the shore and planting beautiful smiles on the faces of the young. The sandcastles on the beach falling with each invading wave washing up to lick the toes of the innocent minds that created them.
These beautiful memories are what hold me together in times I just want to cry. When I just want to melt and let the sorrow take me on a whirlwind for one hell of a roller coaster ride, I just think of you, and all of the promises you made to me that day on the beach in Santa Cruz. I remember the way your beautiful coal black hair floated in the wind, and the way your soft brown eyes contrasted against the scene of the ocean. The smile on your soft lips brings tears to my eyes, and the way you used to rub your hand on the back of your neck when you got nervous still makes me shudder. You make me love you more every day, though all I have left are memories. Yet still I look for you. Day by day, week by week, year by year, and still I find... nothing.
Sometimes, I just wish life made room for more.
Santa Cruz, California July 16th, 2003
I woke to the sound of the waves crashing to the shore. It sounded as if they were crashing up to my window in a feat to say good morning. Unfortunately my father already had me up and moving before I even got the chance to return the gesture. I threw my hair up in a pony tail, trying to tame the already messy nest in hopes of keeping it from getting worse.
"Azarel!", my dad yelled from the car, "Hurry Up! I want to get to the beach today!" Sometimes I wonder how they move so fast. I swear I was born into a family of super cat ninjas and I'm the only normal one.
It took me five minutes to get everything together and throw my swimming trunks on with a T-Shirt over top. I grabbed the 100SPF sun lotion my mom had forgotten. What would they ever do without me? Our first family vacation and they're already forgetting things, It's a wonder we made it to the hotel without leaving behind some bags.
I hopped in the blue convertible we rented from the airport. Gosh, California was beautiful. It's much different than the normal Ohio scenery I grew up in. This is the first time I will have ever seen the ocean, and it's such a beautiful day out, I just know it's going to be amazing.
We hit the beach and the first thing I saw were the crashing waves on the shore. They looked more beautiful than I could ever imagine. In the curling waves just before they hit shore you could see the abundant sea life. It was like a window into their world, just a glimpse of the wonders under the waters.
I looked over to my right and there were a few kids boogie boarding. They looked like they were having a blast, and as I sat my things down in the sand, I couldn't keep my eyes off of the angel. The tattered wings tattooed on his back seemed to lift his body up as he rode over the waves seemingly effortlessly. Even when he crashed he looked like a pro.
I never really thought of the oceans waves as saying goodbye. The soft curls melted with the serene life of the deep blue wonder. Watching those same waves crashing to the shore and planting beautiful smiles on the faces of the young. The sandcastles on the beach falling with each invading wave washing up to lick the toes of the innocent minds that created them.
These beautiful memories are what hold me together in times I just want to cry. When I just want to melt and let the sorrow take me on a whirlwind for one hell of a roller coaster ride, I just think of you, and all of the promises you made to me that day on the beach in Santa Cruz. I remember the way your beautiful coal black hair floated in the wind, and the way your soft brown eyes contrasted against the scene of the ocean. The smile on your soft lips brings tears to my eyes, and the way you used to rub your hand on the back of your neck when you got nervous still makes me shudder. You make me love you more every day, though all I have left are memories. Yet still I look for you. Day by day, week by week, year by year, and still I find... nothing.
Sometimes, I just wish life made room for more.
Santa Cruz, California July 16th, 2003
I woke to the sound of the waves crashing to the shore. It sounded as if they were crashing up to my window in a feat to say good morning. Unfortunately my father already had me up and moving before I even got the chance to return the gesture. I threw my hair up in a pony tail, trying to tame the already messy nest in hopes of keeping it from getting worse.
"Azarel!", my dad yelled from the car, "Hurry Up! I want to get to the beach today!" Sometimes I wonder how they move so fast. I swear I was born into a family of super cat ninjas and I'm the only normal one.
It took me five minutes to get everything together and throw my swimming trunks on with a T-Shirt over top. I grabbed the 100SPF sun lotion my mom had forgotten. What would they ever do without me? Our first family vacation and they're already forgetting things, It's a wonder we made it to the hotel without leaving behind some bags.
I hopped in the blue convertible we rented from the airport. Gosh, California was beautiful. It's much different than the normal Ohio scenery I grew up in. This is the first time I will have ever seen the ocean, and it's such a beautiful day out, I just know it's going to be amazing.
We hit the beach and the first thing I saw were the crashing waves on the shore. They looked more beautiful than I could ever imagine. In the curling waves just before they hit shore you could see the abundant sea life. It was like a window into their world, just a glimpse of the wonders under the waters.
I looked over to my right and there were a few kids boogie boarding. They looked like they were having a blast, and as I sat my things down in the sand, I couldn't keep my eyes off of the angel. The tattered wings tattooed on his back seemed to lift his body up as he rode over the waves seemingly effortlessly. Even when he crashed he looked like a pro.
