A rainbow floats with the aquamarine

Stepping out in the sun, she shone. 

The sand; soft beneath her feet,

Burning

She walked delicately,

Soft footsteps into the aquamarine,

Her dress became one with the waves,

A rainbow merging with the azure water

Flowing

Holiday blues

So, its the summer vacations. Usually I adore this time of year; nothing more than fun and friends. However, this time it has been a disappointment. University applications, university tests, math classes and long winding hours of staring in space. That is what my holidays have been like. No one is ready to go anywhere, everyone is busy and to those who thought that doing nothing isn't tiring, well guess what...it is exhausting. To top it all off, results day is almost here so there's no more vacations left to enjoy.

I mean, I wake up late and sit on my bed, read or use the laptop all day. The four walls of my house are starting to close in on me and I feel suffocated. Yes, some would say that I am exaggerating, but do we study all year to be rewarded with two months of university applications and boredom?

I'd love to take a trip somewhere but now there is no time left. Yes, I know I am whining and complaining, but this post was mainly to release my irritation with the boredom. And also because I wanted to try writing a self-expressed post. It feels nice, might post some more later on.

An incomplete beginning

The clouds hovered over the usually sunny seashore village. She looked up, worried about the oncoming storm. The boats had left this morning, her father's boat was a part of the fleet, and they had not returned. It was almost sunset and as the sky showed, a storm was approaching. The boats should have been back hours ago.

She headed down to the shore, peering into the passing houses. Made out of tattered wood, they were decorated by handmade curtains and rugs. The women spent most of their day knitting, earning their livelihood from the little they sold. She dreaded the day when she would have to do the same. Her preference was fishing; knitting was a waste of time. She thought the same about fishing but as there were no other options, she preferred fishing.

On reaching the shore, she waded out to sea to her favorite rock. Shaped like table with jagged edges, it was a few minutes swim from the beach. She stood up on it, looking out to sea for the familiar fleet, but saw nothing except waves and clouds. The unruly waves crashed against the jagged edges of the rock and the clouds above rumbled, floating closer to the shore. She sat down; her mouth set in a frown, her forehead wrinkled with worry.

Pain may not always be evident

She smiles, her eyes lighting up for the picture. The photographer does not see the tears beneath her eyelids nor does he see the strain in her eyes. The camera misses the lines on her forehead, the disappearance of the joy she once knew. A snap is heard and lightning fills the room as the camera takes picture after picture. Her usually heightened dimples are dull and shallow, her lips not wide enough to indicate a smile. The tear slides down her cheek, but it is invisible in the photos, the pain is hidden beneath the false joy.

Light shone down on her once...then moved on

The sun shone down on her, lighting up her skin. Her chocolate brown eyes; now lighter, transformed into milk chocolate. Her jet black hair, now a dull brown, fell softly on her shoulders. She stepped out of the car, clumsy but strangely poised, and looked at the sea of people in front of her. Stepping forward, she was lost in the crowd as teenagers and adults pushed her aside, all of them waiting for their turn. She shrugged and made her way across the throng, joining her friends near the entrance. Smiles and hugs greeted her...she nodded back, her face lighting up like the sun.