The cold water rushed against my bare legs as I sat alone on the beach. The sky was turning a dark blue and the clouds were starting to make way for the moon. By this time, everyone was starting to pack up their things and head back towards their hut. When it was time for us to leave, I had told my Mother that I wanted to stay for a couple more minutes. A couple more minutes turned into hours and now, here I was: planning my escape from the island I once called home.
I looked out onto the island, taking in it’s essence one more time. Goodbye, home.
My life will begin soon.
Answer:
1 it represent the word anchors
Your weight and what you would feel when you get to earth again
Painting makes me feel inspired because it's something I can get lost in. The paintbrush swirls on the canvas, while I daydream about what I'm going to write, or the assignment that I have to do. But I don't have to do them yet, right now, it's just me and my paints. It helps me to clear my head, and focus on all of the tasks ahead, without having to stress looking at a computer screen all day. It helps my never-ceasing imagination to flow, and solidify into something monumental.
I have no idea what I just did, but I hope that helped:/
