I remember when I lived only two miles from the beach. It was merely three minutes away. At night, it was the most silent, beautiful place. No one could see you. It was just you, the crashing sounds of the waves, the mist of salt water lightly kissing your face, the bright, twinkling stars above you, and a little bit of God at every corner.
No one seems to go to the beach at night. You're free to dig your toes into each step of sand you steal; cold, soft, and comforting. You can sing yourself a lullaby and no one could judge you. You forget about the toils of the day; there are no such things as work, school, or drama...It's just you and the shoe crabs burrowing below you.
And, you can cry at the beach...you can cry as hard as you want, letting it all out. Rivers of sadness are free to flow; of regret, of pain, of guilt, and of hopelessness. You can scream out your hurts and losses to the moon above. Then, by dawn, you can disappear and no one would ever know you were there.
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