She liked throwing stones at seagulls,
at a shore where water was green,
and waves coming from so... far,
that you would have to wait for it,
and so they did,the waves..
they always came back,sooner or later.
And she would just stand,throwing stones,
at ones who seemed to enjoy the majesty of ocean,
and she couldn't,because she feared the waves would carry her away;
thus,standing,throwing,screaming..hurting others,
cowering beneath her fear,
frowning over her own inability