Kennedy Bayer
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Home
The sun is shining overhead and the ocean is its normal translucent beautiful blue. I feel the ocean breeze as it runs through my hair. Its sound combined with the woosh of the waves, makes me feel like myself, and I’m taken back to normalcy. It is the most calming noise I’ve heard in months, making me forget why it’s taken me so long to get back out on the water and wonder why I left in the first place. I turn to the shore and I can’t help but smile. I take it all in; the palm trees lining the sandy shore, separating Waimea Bay from the world beyond; the rocks forming a pathway to take you further into the water; the waves crashing once they reach the sand, leaving seashells ashore as the water is pulled back to sea; and the sound of wildlife surrounding the island both on land and at sea. Home, Waimea Bay, Oahu, the place I was born and raised, my heart has been aching for this moment in the months since the incident.
By Kennedy Bayer3 years ago in Fiction
On Love
It consumes you. Whether it’s your own or another's, there is no way to escape the undeniable feeling that is the most desirable to experience. Some people would do absolutely anything to feel and experience just a little piece of the love others are willing to give. The difficulty is in finding not only the feeling but the person.
By Kennedy Bayer3 years ago in Humans
The Journey not the Story
“Oh, the Places You’ll Go!” a classic Dr. Seuss children’s book that everyone is bound to come across at least once. For me it has conveniently shown up at every milestone I have experienced throughout my life. And I could not be more grateful that this is the bedtime story I associate with not only my childhood, but also my young adulthood. But there’s more to it than just the story, and that’s the journey and story my parents would share once we finished reading for the night. They would share their experience and journey of life to show the places you can go which made me want to be able to one day share my own story with my children, inspired by Dr. Seuss.
By Kennedy Bayer3 years ago in Motivation
The Pigerons
I hear someone screaming in the distance and I open my eyes. It’s dark and I can’t remember where I am so I try to move but I can’t, my body is unresponsive but my mind is racing. I hear footsteps approaching and my fear makes my heart beat faster, something touches my foot, I can’t tell what but the coldness I feel doesn’t leave my body, and shivers run through my spine. Seconds later I see a face leaning in close but I can’t make out the features and suddenly it disappears as someone screams my name. Or am I imagining it? I don’t know anymore. I'm disoriented and trying to stay calm when I finally get my mobility back.
By Kennedy Bayer3 years ago in Fiction