The Rocky Shore Beneath Your Feet

Description

"I'm sorry for my inability to let the unimportant things go, for my inability to hold onto the important things."

- Jonathon Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close

I lived, I loved, and I died. Between stuttering breaths and numb limbs, I lived. Between soft whispers and feathery-light sheets, I loved. Between crashing waves and the rocky shore beneath my feet, I died. And between all of this, I belonged to the sea.

Foreword

My entry for The Sky Is The Limit || Writing Contest (Round 3: March Madness). Just wanted to get the story up before I started writing. This will either be extremely short or extremely long. Either way, it's extreme. Extreme in a good way? I don't know. Extreme in a bad way? Maybe. Alright I'm getting weird again, I'm going to stop now.

I am really obsessed with the font Garamond right now.

Playlist

oo1. Moddi - Smoke

oo2. Hollywood Nobody - Kiss the Pain Away

oo3. Sophie Hutchings - Sunlight Zone

oo4. Mono - Burial at Sea

You don't have to listen to them, I'm just documenting the songs I am listening to while I am writing.