a nomad looks to the horizon and her sigh carries over the waves. the tone informs the sea of her current state. it’s chaotic. she wants to enjoy this freedom and she does to an extent. it’s the gold at the end of the rainbow. everyone goes on about how great it is, but no one makes an effort to find it. well, she found it and it’s just as good as they say. but it’s so damn lonely.
if only circumstances had been different. if she hadn’t left her home, her family, everything so broken hearted she would’ve enjoyed this to the fullest extent.
guilt, anger, and sorrow hit her like a truck. anaïs lowered into the sand and let the waves soak her fur. the rhythmic splash was therapeutic. the song allowed her to let go of those feelings for a moment.
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