Calastinia is a land of my creation. This world lives in the ink and other such mediums that I sketch out it's map with. My loves, my hates, my faults, they all live in Calastinia.
I write, explore randomly around the town I live in, and I often forget what I was doing whilst exploring. I stare at the sky, night and day. I kick rocks when I walk. I sometimes miss the mark, trip and fall. I like water. I like calm music. I like loud and rambunctious music. I want to live by the ocean one day, preferably the Pacific. Not in a town or city, maybe a village, but secluded from humanity but close enough to see and touch it. I want to one day own one pair of shoes and live off of what my writing can bring in. I want simple living but the type of simple that is elaborate. I'm rambling on I suppose.
I walked along the shoreline staring up at the stars. I was beside myself and wasn't watching where I was going I suppose but I tripped over the ocean. Once my hair dried I realized that I didn't mind the moisture so I jumped back in and let the waves eat me up.
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