I am a wave crashing on the shore as I write. Sometimes an idea hits me loud and clear and comes out of nowhere. It can come one after another, in different forms and forces. Or it can come with time, being calm and small. I am full of ideas and once one hits me, the rest seems to fall into place. It surfaces out like a wave making coverage over the sandy floor. My words flow out of my mind and onto my paper collecting one sentence after another. Each wave is a part of the ocean and each sentence is a part of my thoughts being written on paper.
An ocean can have different moods to it as my writing often can. Soft, rough, sweet, or bitter, it varies throughout the journey. No wave is ever the same, and no story that I write is either.
Photo by : Luis Argerich