Empty

Walking alone, water pools around my feet as I step into the wet sand. It's late the sun in on the horizon and the sunset is cast over the desolate coast. Quiet. Back and forth the water moves reaching for something. Something unknown, the tide. Waves move in and I step back. Walking farther I find a boulder to sit on. Chiseled and weathered it made a good resting spot.

      Why was I here? I needed to get away but why here, does the water give a small calmness? A break I needed a break. The sun was almost under the horizon so I made my way back to the car.

    I opened the door and sat down keys still in my hand, head back resting on the head rest. Slowly I put the key in but wait to turn it. I rest my head on the wheel. Tears fill my eyes, I cry subtle sobs. I gather myself and head home.

     Apartment 15, I make the trip up the stairs hesitantly. My apartments a mess I just move to the bathroom. I look in the mirror I stare back at myself for a good 3 minutes or so then I throw back the doctors order. This should help because I don't know what it is but I can't help myself. Motivation lacking in every area but still. I want to live forever so why do I feel this way. I move to my bed and lay down.

Reviews

[Sigarda]

The first three paragraphs make up the type of excerpt that, were it on the back of a book jacket or the first page of a book that I picked up in a store, would make me want to read more.

I'm not so sure about the last paragraph, it seemed to contrast with the first three slightly. Maybe a change in 'pace'. I liked it alone but it felt different to the first three.

It was an interesting piece. Thank you for sharing it.

[BlurryNight]

Thank you! I have very low motivation but I love to write, I always have so I thought I might start sharing and getting some opinions. Thanks for reading!