Standing there. Sand underneath your fingernails. Hair wet and mattered with salty water. Bracing yourself for what’s coming straight for you. Hands come closer together as you close your eyes as tight as you can. You dive into the blue moving mountain and let the undertow take your body. Emerging from the water, shaking the hair from your face, you check your bathing suit for the fifth time that minute just to make sure you’re not unexpectedly exposing yourself.
source: thecobrasnake.com
1 comment:
i wish that was me! love this xx
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