myopically

standing alone. feet covered. grains pale specked black. shells scattered wistfully about, reminded of life past. insignificant. waves crash. ebb and flow. foam bubbles.

sight, sound, touch, smell, resulting in taste.

nothing is constant, paradoxically, the circle is not round. moments fleeting, never to return. i stand alone.

sinking, gravity, a gentle reminder of mortality that consumes.

covered. eyes of sand, i am gone, but here. the waves crash. paradoxically, the cycle continues.