Six months later…
The waves came again, as soon as they slapped on the foamy white sand, it immediately returned to where it came from. To the ocean, to its origin, to where it belongs. That's the original cycle of life, things will always go back to where they came from, no matter how long it will take, it will always go back to its original place. It's a cycle of fate.
I looked up and saw the sun as it slowly rises from the east, turning the purplish sky to a new, bright pinkish to a bluish color. The moon and the stars slowly disappear from sight. It’s a new and nice shade of day ahead, with the soft morning breeze touching my cheeks.
This is a new day, a new hope. A new start. A new rise, a new chance. How ironic, it really symbolizes a positive outlook in one's life. After a nig
