Disappearing

I went to Ilsan Beach today. I needed a few hours to myself besides at my apartment. And the weather was how 50s, so it's one of the most perfect days as of late to to go to the beach. In my attempt to stand in the water for a minute or so, I proceeded to trip on a rock covered in seaweed and fall. I have to say that it was one of the most graceful falls ever. Except for the fact that I bruised a random spot on my thumb.
I also wrote some while I was at the beach. That felt so good. I forgot how much writing just takes control and does whatever it wants to. I meet so many people here who claim they are writers. Not that I don't believe them, but I truly believe that if there was such a thing called destiny mine would be to write. Even if it doesn't ever get published or anything. It's all for me anyway. My thesis professor in college told me I wrote without thinking of an audience which can be a very good thing or a very bad thing. For me, it just feels so good.