Drown your demons

Write with Joy


Being there, the sand was crumbling under my toes, the wind was entangling my hair even more, the sky was covered with grey. Everything looked as I remembered, the beach with its isolated lighthouse, the remotely destitute house on the hill, as if every speck of sand was on its exact place, waiting for someone to come and to bid ‘goodbye’ for one last time.

The picture might be deceiving, but the funny feeling in my stomach did never fail me to warm that something is amiss.

There was a bitter taste in my mouth, I don’t know from what exactly, the coffee or the cigarettes or my sense of guilt not leaving me alone. If I tell you which one of this, I will lie to you…

As I watched the waves crushing into the small rocks around I wanted only to breathe properly, I felt as someone was…

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