24 May 2012
The hot sand on the ground makes my feet burn. The palm trees decorating the beach. The sun falling down, oh the orangey, purple, black, yellow colour it makes. The clean blue water pushing unto me and tries to knock me over. Little starfishes on the sea floor waiting to be picked up by some person. Daisies on my hair. The warm sun heating my skin. Beach chairs lay along the beach, people relaxing on them. No rubbish. No stress. No bad things. Just leftover footprints and writings on the sand. This is Paradise.
Summer • Opuss № I