The gold rays of sunshine were not able to find everything, you could see them scrambling to fill every nook around, never being able to. You could hear the cicadas buzzing all around you. Like a symphony that announced the darkness of the night was soon to come. The colors that were painted in the sky by light and dark dancing together were breathtaking. The things I once enjoyed, were coming back to pain me.
I cried and cried, I didn’t know what to do. I felt the sorrow washing over me like a tidal wave. You could see it coming, but you could never dream of stopping it. I couldn’t stop running though, I still had to try to run away from it. My thoughts had become one single entanglement of desperation. I couldn’t think, let alone breathe. My throat was completely invaded by the horribleness of being left alone. I couldn’t even scream for help, not that anybody would hear me.
I ran to where I felt the safest. Towards the ocean. My senses were hardwired to be filled with relief and peace while being in such a beautiful space. But senses are not to be trusted. They failed me once more, and I was trapped. I could do nothing else but surrender. I fell to the sand, such warm sand. Life was used to laughing at me, making me realize how utterly meaningless I am to it. Eventually, the pain started to drift away, and with it, so did I.
Back to myself 