The Beach

I love the beach

I love the feeling of firm, semi-wet sand under my feet

I love the breeze

the swaying back and forth

I love the flowing water

the way it glistens under the sun's rays

holding onto it as the flame disappears below the horizon

I love the sound of the waves

whether crashing in movement or calm in flowing stillness

I’ve always loved the beach

it made me feel part of something larger, yet alone at the same time

glowing streetlights and the passing of people

refractions of light crackling across building sides

I was swept up

for the first time, I was floating, drifting

part of something bigger, yet still alone

moving in strides rather than dragging

remembering, but still moving

everyone in their own little pocket of something

still, yet moving

not restless yet frozen

I think that’s why I love the beach

no matter what, it never stops moving

perhaps the tides fluctuate, but they’ll always be moving in one way or another

I get lost 

hiking my knees through the water

hoping the undertow will take me away

And in some ways it did

just like a scab forming over a wound

I started forgetting all about 

Y

o

u

.

Yet I now find myself back here

washed up on familiar shores

now only gazing out at the ocean

the waves, the breeze, the fish, the glisten, 

the feeling 

of

a

distant

future

where

I 

It’s

Things

d

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Man, I love the beach.