The Trip

She drove somewhere today. It was so last minute. Because she couldn't take it anymore.




















Where did she go to?















Familiar?


No?


Maybe you'd recognize this:















and this:















Yes. Damai beach.

Drove all the way up at almost 6pm.

Reached there at almost 7pm but the sun had set.

All there was were, dark clouds, high tides, violent waves, and angry strong wind blowing at their faces.


But it felt good. It felt so good to her. She didn't have to scream. It felt like the wind had blown away all the anger, hurt, and troubles that she couldn't let go of.

But that was only for 5 minutes.

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