feet in the sand

Across the Pacific Ocean, in a land far away from everyone she knew was a girl who kept her feet in the sand. Every bone in her body screamed for her to discover a care-free vibe. Which is why she traveled so far away from what she grew up around. She attempted to disappear from the haunting reality that she wanted so badly to get rid of. If she could just leave everything behind her, she would feel as if she could finally fly. If she could just rid herself of all the chains and restraints she owned, she could find the vibe her bones were searching for.

More than anything in the world, this girl wanted to be free. She longed to spread her wings so that she could take flight away from every lesson she had been taught. She felt as if her past belonged to that somewhere she was at, and so her goal became to fly away from that somewhere. Just to fly away from anywhere but that somewhere. These wings were going to take her places that she had always dreamed of, she dreamed of getting away.

She kept her feet in the sand as people passed by her covered toes. Every face she saw was a new face, a refreshing face from all the faces she left behind at home. Home; what an attached word. Her nose wrinkled up to the thought of “home” being a description of where she grew up. That was not home, that was a necessary place to live. She was on a search for a real home that offered love and everything else she could possibly need.

The shore line gave her reassurance. As many times as the water reached toward the sand, the ocean always pulled the water back, yet the water never gave up. Time after time, the water found itself on the sand with as much perseverance as the last try. She was the water that was refusing to be pulled back, she was the water with a spirit of never ending perseverance. This adventure was too much to let go and have everything pull her back to where she used to be.

So there she was, pondering life by the ocean, waiting for the courage she had come up there with to reappear. It was hard to find answers when nothing seemed clear. Besides getting away, she had no idea why her feet led her to the adventure by the ocean. Until she knew, her feet would stay in the sand. Until she found out the purpose, her bones would still ache to search for that something. She doesn’t even know what she’s doing, she just ran away to taste freedom and feel alive. Now that she had time on her hands, her mind kept spinning toward the real reasons of why she left. She couldn’t wrap her head around something she refused to think about.

Life makes me feel like this girl by the ocean, life makes me want to get away for a reason I don’t want to actually think about. I want to run away from everything I know and start over, until I finally get it right. For now, I’ll keep my feet in the sand beside this girl and let my mind spin for hours at a time. Anything is better than being at that “somewhere” that you want to get away from. If you’d like to join me, you can stick your feet in the sand too. There’s plenty of room, ya know.