When I go to the beach,

I hear the screaming and roaring waves

calling out my name and the

hot and spicy sun gazing into my soul.

Everything draws me in:

The sand crunches like an

Apple baked in the oven of the beach

And people picking up shells like

sweet and beautiful flowers

I hear kids screaming like

thunder and lighting.

They blend together like

salt and sugar.

As the melting sun goes down

everyone settles down

And the sand becomes cooler

as the wind and the waves become calmer

and quieter.

But when I leave the beach

my heart starts to shatter into pieces

and I feel like a knife was just thrown

my stomach.

The beach is my happy place

And I want to be there

forever.