Virginia Beach
Short Story by Caroline Tiss
If I were to take all of the stars
and drink them like ambrosia, would I
have the wonder I desire? Or would I just be another dreamer looking on into
the night through a window that I have outgrown.
The pressure collects in my chest as I cross the board walk of the
beach. The night has fallen on the seaside and the moon reflects into the tides. All of the people
around me pass me by. Like fallen leaves in October when the wind sighs. I wish
every one of them the best, these seaside travelers, beach vacationers, and
tourists which most seem to be. It is
the summer in Virginia Beach, and it’s never looked more lovely than when I’m alone.
Somehow, I enjoy fading into a crowd. I enjoy making my presence less assertive to the
passer by so I can observe them, like a painter looking for someone’s smile to make them inspired. Or maybe an owl watching from a tree. I take out a
cigarette, I swore to God I was going to quit but I live by “Memento Mori” and
besides I was craving one any way. I dragged in the smoke and let it float out of my mouth and up towards
the night sky.
The waves, bellowed. With every
crash it soothed my heart and my eternal longing for more. I would consider
myself a woman with a lust for living.
And not in a way where I am some dare devil. But in a way where I feel that our
reality is subjective to each individual. We each live in a world of our own.
How you see others is how you see yourself. I want to understand myself so I
can understand people, I want to feel comfortable around myself so that I can feel comfortable alone
in a forest with no one to run to and only the calm of the divine surrounding
me.
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