Amongst the seaweed cliffs, your feet are in the water, the wind is in your soul.
All that is hard is behind you.
Ahead, endless hope.
You are alone and on the edge because you want to be.
Why did you let yourself forget that you can feel like this?
Turn around again, you can do anything, be anyone.
Don’t forget the whispers.
Bring them home.
Lovely.Thank you.
It’s the turning around that is the problem…..
And if you take the whispers with you, they die in the box, even though you’ve punched holes in the lid and changed the grass daily.
That’s really lovely, yes. Exactly how I feel after I go to the beach to chase away the blues.
Beautiful. Thank you, and I wish I had read it last night.