We walked on the waters, we watched the white sand embrace the fury of the blue aqua, amazed, smiling foolishly, becoming the children we once were.
I rule the still waters. Gliding on the cold thin liquid, I feel weightless. Energy squeals in my head. I feel wings growing out my shoulder blades. But they’re heavy. The weight breaks the water. I plunge through the cracks, down into the glittering sand. The clean, sharp, shining glass pieces await me. I wish I could swim away. But my wings are dragging me down. Winter is here.
Walk slowly with your fingers tracing gently against these thick walls of water and your feet kissing the wet sand. Look, there’s a whirlpool staring at you in the eye. Don’t be afraid. You separated this ocean. You’re the guy with the stick and the voice in your head. They’re all following you. Let them drown.