He lit the fire in front of him and saw the flames dancing with the southern wind, warming his shivering hands
At the end of the sunset the tide was turning furiously, swallowing the beach and everything in the between.
The scenario seemed to fit his mood, but truly, he was completely at ease. Breathing every salty breath he could with pleasure.
He spit his pride and burned his thoughts, he just left his house, where all the flowers withered before they could even bloom and never looked back.
A wild spirit lonely waiting for the day to end and take his old fake glory mask with the waves.
Longing for an ending for the misery that kept bugging under his skin.
It all seemed so simple, all the footprints were erased and all that was left was the ashes from that campfire.
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