Cold Beach

The waves hit the sand and my feet-
With what it’s familiar and with what it’s not;
Confused between old and new.

The waves tingle my feet
And a star fish latches onto my skin.
It hurts but it’s stuck
Like the lull of a blue Monday morning.

The sky is grey, the air is cold.
My teeth clatter
But I don’t cover
My masochist devil.

Carry me away, wind.
Sink me in, sea.
I don’t want to exist in this pale old world.
It’s too boring, too weary, too lonely.

Step, step, step;
Shells hurt my soles.
Step, step, step;
Into the water. Cold –
Foams hit my feet and sand.

My feet wrinkled,but not as much
Wonder if they’re already addicted
To the cold and stand still.

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Quote Calling | East Of Eden

He clothed his motives in the names of virtue, and I have wondered whether he ever knew that, no gift will ever buy back a man’s love when you have removed his self-love.

~John Steinbeck, East Of Eden

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The Tale Of Two Fangirls

Rhea wanted to punch the wall and also disappear into it. Like always, she had ruined her day by picking up a fight with her best friend, even if it was about her not liking Severus Snape and her best friend loving him. She had picked up a fight and a fight was a fight; yes, with flailing hands and a lot of swearing. She had let her anger get more of her. And what was most appalling was, that her best friend had called James Potter a sissy!

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