Drifting

A Story by Bri

Pondering many things at the beach

Lonely I sit drifting between the sound of the waves hitting the muddy packed sand on this over going beach. The roar of planes coming and going to lands that seem so far yet are so close. The dreams of all that are here finally coming true or realizing reality. Lost souls drifting precariously seeking and longing for adventure and new life. We are wandering and lost but some find hope and dreams which keep them going. For some it's a mere glimpse of hope that embodies them. The breeze waves and hugs your skin flowing like hands wrapping you in. Look, have a new perspective, open your eyes to the things unseen. Discover culture learn new ways. Love. Most importantly love. Longing for someone to love or more importantly missing the one who you let get away, slowly it takes over and awakens your soul, lets goosebumps rise and sends shivers of warm through your skin. The thought of the unknown collides with thought of adventure and longing to see more of this beautiful world have we live in.