I sat by the rocks on top of the cliff over the beach that was conveniently placed behind my school. Or rather my school conveniently placed in front of it. I felt alone as I sifted through my notes and waited for him to come. I hoped he would come but I did not know if he would. I was used to expecting the worst, and I convinced myself this time would be no different.
Beyond the overhang of the cliff I sat, there was a man fishing, wearing a bright pink hat and yellow shoes. He stood on a rock all alone as he intricately moved his hands along his fishing line. I could not make out the movements but I could tell he was well rehearsed.
I kept peaking over my shoulder to see if I would see him coming to join me but he was no where in sight. As I sat there watching the fisherman, I realized I was not at all alone. A contentness fell over me as I realized that I was never really alone. Or perhaps that being alone wasn't really being alone when you can make peace with it.
In that moment I realized what I had always realized but was never able to make peace with: We would probably wander much of our lives alone but we ultimately get to chose if we want to be lonely or not. Some days I will feel lonely, and other days I'd find my fisherman in the distance to find comfort in.
She won’t hide even though the storm is coming The clouds try to distort and drown her face But she’s brightly glowing, remaining sound She’s my constant and she is peace She lights our way to say the least And you’ll look up to her in your sleep As her waves calm you in the night She will wane and wander til it’s light Until all is right within everyone’s heart Just another day goes by, we won’t always be apart When the sun seems to stop shining, she’ll find me again Beaming down with all her love As if she’s more than a friend
Started out crying from the womb Gifted the giver with utmost harm Grew in the shell of a family's cover Getting everything at the right time and perfect flavour Mom,Dad,Brother there goes the sentiment Still expecting no reciprocating commitment Seemed unsatisfied and discontent Life had no meaning and no defined content Inner self advised you go your path Portrayer concluded the society might judge you filth Love money time and fame No way to go and whose to blame
oh, you who wander, don't be held back by a leash, cut yourself free, for we all are wanderers on the inside, begging to be let free, but we are the ones holding on, to safety, to comfort, let go, and live life, go, and wander in wonder.
She disinterested in small talks outside the park Instead, she craves for late-night confessions sparing chapters in life that you both don't read out loud
She doesn't favor going to a fancy anniversary dinner Instead, she thrives for adventures and long road-trip journey without any maps or compass just so you can get lost together
She hates pop music everyone is singing along on radio Instead, she's crazy about folks and indie no one heard before and you will find a lot of vinyls in her room instead of discs
She doesn't want drizzle or light breeze Instead, she wants a ******* hurricane and tsunami that will wreck her apart and drown her soul
She won't settle for something ordinary or less than what she deserves
