Anxiety and The Sea

Restless and unrelenting, the waves crashed onto the rocks and boulders with frenzied regularity.

She stood there. Unaccompanied. A visage with a bareness, a porcelain complexion that was complete contrast with the majesty and mood that spread in front of her.

The only movement was created by her white dress that was fluttering high in the wind which also seemed too unfit for today and her not too long tresses. But there was no choice; she had come directly from work.

The cliff on which she stood was more or less stripped from here and there, though there were still some blades of grass, some life left on that clag.

She was breathing. It was relatively easy to breathe in then to breathe out. Well it has always been painless to suck up, then exude an upshot as to what all you have suck up. But the current thoughts- they were becoming as knotty as they could get

The dazzling blue coastal stretch tinged with foam at the shores and she suddenly felt an irrepressible urge to do the act that she was here for. As it is there was nobody around. Nobody would notice.

She took off her white dress and looked at her body outline.

In a sudden movement she jumped from the cliff and landed in the water for a quick swim.

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Our truest life is when we are in our dreams- Awake

I don’t know how to swim.