Creative Writing - Past/Present/Future

 At my high school there's a creative writing club which I happen to be a part of. I've been in the club for three years consistently, actually, it's the only club I care enough about to really be apart of. So much so that I'm on track to be club president next year! [I won't be like a certain other club president who had members write literature though x3]. 

So, I figured I'd use this blog as an outlet to post some of my writing. I won't upload it all at once, but little by little I'll get through my favorite pieces. The prompt for this first one was Past/Present/Future, hope you enjoy!

    I rest my head on the thinning sand pillow I made on the beach, wind flowing through my hair. God, I wish life was always like this: the serenity, the solitude. The airflow speeding up and taking me back to what I once was, where I once was; just a few yards away, huddled beneath the pier, crying. The salty tears eroding my face like the seawater crashing against the sharp rocks on the shore. Back then I just wanted a change of scenery, to be somewhere that wasn’t home. Somewhere where my own identity wasn’t interrupted by the buildings and barricades of life, blocking the wind from whistling in my ears its sweet sultry tune.

    Now I miss you every winter, as I get cold and lonely on my shore, thinking I miss you — but it’s only how I remember things. The sun shines upon my long hair as the wind flows in my dress. I’m free.

     I start to crave new forms of catharsis as I’m able to burn all the clothes stained with the insults you threw at me, and cut my hair not because you say but because I wish, creating problems for myself and not out of depression.

    I’d never dreamt my skin would feel this good to sit in as the wind wraps around me in embrace.

    Soon my lungs will deteriorate, and my mind will be blown away.

    As much as I forget, I remember, memories lay buried in the sand.

    Eventually my time will come.   

    As I sacrifice my body to the wind, in wait of what the future may hold.

Any interpretations of the piece are welcome to be shared, I'm very curious as to what everyone thinks.