to surf

lainacarson98



when you surf. when you feel the water under your fingertips. when you feel them breath you in, and exhale you out. when the waves whisper your name as they lap against your body, and roll against the sandbanks. as you swim out and wait. wait for that perfect wave that will make you feel alive. most of the time you may be sitting there for hours, then again most perfect waves don't happen on a bright sunny day. no, the perfect wave is always created by the most beautiful storm. a storm that screams its feelings, and loss, and sadness into the water. a storm that creates waves of destruction. that creates waves of destiny. only then will someone truly understand, what its like to surf.

  • Author: lainacarson98 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 28th, 2019 11:48
  • Category: Nature
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  • Andrew Charles Forrest

    Great descriptive I really enjoed this I've never surf'd or ever likely to but I felt it through your words thanks

    • lainacarson98

      thank you, I appreciate your feedback.



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