The hidden beauty on my Sundays

I remember it, he was sitting in the sand next to me, he expected to be embraced by
me, while I was just watching the sunset. It became custom, almost every Sunday we
ended up sitting on the sand, with our drinks of rum, the anecdotes, the landscape,
and the company of the other.

Maybe for others it is silly, but for us it is simply the beauty hidden in a beach corner.
Was that beach that changed our lives? from that day, without a doubt, nothing is nor
will be as before. How interesting are the changes and what cliché are the unexpected
turns. I could be thankful of my company, and what about me? we'll leave it that way,
with the benefit of the doubt. Just be, I already have a place to go when I do not want
to exist, where I can let the tears flow, and give me a break, because we all need to let
off steam and then renew ourselves.

Many damages were caused by different people, situations and people in my being,
therefore, I live inside an ironically steel bubble that does not allow me to show who I
really am, it is exhausting, even frustrating, to pretend to be happy and smiling, when
in reality you are so lost with that feeling of emptiness. I'm grateful to be able to get
out of that suffocating bubble from time to time, I'm looking forward to going again.

Have you not thought that, the sound of the waves of the sea could be one of the most
relaxing things in the world? Friendships, relationships, everything is temporary,
except that place, my corner of peace.

postscript: in my notebook it looked longer, sorry teacher.

Eilen C