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The day just started and it’s already Just another stressful day with the same loop of wake up; Dad's not home, making myself breakfast walking to my classes, And I swear school is going by slower everyday but that might just be me anyways.. now I get up and leave school, walk home, dad's not home, shocker.. I’m almost surprised that it’s still the same old routine it’s been 23 years. I basically manage the house now. It’s sad, but you live with it except, something changed today, dad had ordered takeout and left it on the counter for me. That’s nice. I guess, would’ve been nice if he called and asked, but it’s free food, so oh well.
I packed some of it in a box, taking a quick peek to see what it is tofu, rice, and mango. At least he remembered I like that, even though it’s been six years since he has ordered me food, but it was Friday so I went and changed, grabbed my guitar and got on my bike and off to went to the beach, my favorite spot; spot. I used to go a lot when I was younger because it made me happy that it was quiet, and not the kind of quiet that was inside of My home a good quiet, the best kind of quiet with Seagull and waves in the background, the only spot that I could feel happy. And not regret it later, with a sour taste on my tongue.
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it took a little bit to get to the beach, my bike and legs aren’t what they used to be, but I made it. It’s nice late in the afternoon around five P.M late Autumn, no one really comes out here anymore, Even though it’s still averaging around 80° every day. And the water still fresh and cool, Oh well more for me! The wind whipped in a soft Melody, as I parked my bike against some of the larger rocks and grabbed my lunch out of the back, slinging My guitar over my shoulders. With a happy sign, I slowly moved towards the beach line where there was open coast, and less waves. And lots of pretty fish to see swim around.
I did like to tread a little bit into the ocean. As there was this perfect circular rock that was mounted in the floor with a good chunk of deep water around it. It was like I was in a aquarium when I sit on top of it. Water never splashed over because there was barely any waves here and I could watch the fishes. It was nice.
As I sit down my bag on the rock and I pull out my headphones and connect them to my phone, i also pull out the box of tofu, and sticky rice that My dad had ordered for me from my bag then I settle an and allow my body to Relax, even if the exhaustion hits me like a train afterwards. god..l mean I only slept about.. what..9 hours this week? But I’ve slept less. It’s expected with the classes, housework, and running around, helping the family business when they wanted it, it’s worth it though. I get a house over my head, food and money, so I have no right to complain, even if my body says otherwise.
I need to get some rest when I got home though.. going home. Feel like 1000 mile journey. It’s so much peaceful and less alone out here. because at least the fishes pay attention when they see me, to them I’m important an alien thing that they want to see and talk to, and to them. I feel the same way, home was a lack Lester word for the house I lived in, That was what it was. After all just a house I lived in. ever since Mom passed away when I was young, it always kind of felt like that. I know they didn’t blame me. I was just being bored, but it hurts Sometimes thinking about it, but I came to realize Mom wouldn’t want me to cry over stuff, That wasn’t my fault. So I try not to think about it anymore.
...that's besides the point, I came here to relax not to cry, and pity myself, that’s not what my mom would not want that, and quite frankly. That’s not what I want Either this tofu look too good for my Tears to get on it, I began to eat the tofu from the Tupperware container and I push play on my playlist and immediately my favorite song plays in my ears and I feel at ease despite the fact I wanted to cry about a couple seconds ago. Music is Magic. I swear!
I ponder whether or not I should pull out my guitar because I mean I am going to be here for a little while because there isn’t really anything to do at home. It’s sad and boring there. I’d rather be here, so I decide. Hell yeah why not crack out the guitar! Maybe I can practice one of my favorite songs again. But I’m gonna eat my meal first. I’m not trying to get my sticky hands on my guitar… I learned my lesson last time
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I play on my guitar for a short while, and then put it up, because I got bored easily. It was a bad pet peeve of mine from when I was a child. Never really outgrown it, I lay and listen to my Music for a little while, for laying down and scrolling my phone, of course packing all my stuff up. Before getting on my phone, completely zoned in on my phone reading a story with my headphones on.
somewhere deep in the water in a cave or in a shallow bed of sea kelp, the refreshing smell of a nice soft scent of lemon grass started floating through the sea in a pattern, zigzags, and polkadots attracting The senses of something to the surface .
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By the time I'm done reading I checked the time I’ve been reading quite a lot so I expected some of the time to have passed but when I looked at my phone, I was surprised it was currently 7:56.p.m, a lot of time has passed I was a little floored I didn’t realize how much I’ve been reading, the books must’ve been really good. If they got me that caught up. Maybe it was the music. Maybe it was the soft wind. Who knows.
I got distracted for so long that I didn’t notice something near the rock that I'm sitting on, it's splashing in the water had gone on death ears because of my headphones, but now that they were off, I could hear the sound of chirping, almost like a bird, but a little more closer to a seagull imitation sound than anything coming from the water in front of me, I can't see anything and that was a little alarming. Usually the seagulls would just come up. They didn’t really mind for being nice and it's dark, I wish I brought my light with me but I see a little glimpse of something in the water it's sparkling, it's shining, it's golden and it looks like a fin, it’s wide and pretty almost like a ray… wait..
WHAT!!...
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