Barefeet in the sand Pt. 1 Barefeet in the sand. Smell of driftwood burning. Sand and salt, sea gullz and hermit crabs. This is what my soul needs. Replenished. Rejuvinated. The waves roaring in the near distance. Emulating a giant machine that never runs out of fuel.
Barefeet in the sand Pt. 2 The golden orange sun has set. Mother nature has taken her course, like a well written play. *Stagelights dim. Spotlight on center stage.* The campfire dances and crackles, forever singing a familiar song. The wind howells as it gusts through my hair.
Barefeet in the sand Pt. 3 I stare into the fire, as if there where no world around me. I push my barefeet deeper in the sand. Locking myself into position for the long journey through the night. I see, visions of you. Visions of me. Visions of the world. And visions of being free.
Barefeet in the sand Pt. 4 There is a peace in this place. A tranquility. Serinity that never dissapears. A constant cycle of life that never ends that never runs out of fuel. I find myself realizing that even after im gone. This cycle will live on. I take a deep breath.
Barefeet in the sand Pt. 5 The smell of wood, imported from allover the world, burning. Consumes me. I inhale gods greenery. Taking my body to a higher plain. The smoke burns my eyes. But I move closer to the warmth. The fire that generates energy, for me to consume fuel.
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