Sound of the Surf

by Dark White Night

.:'Sometimes, when it's really quiet and I can't sleep, I take my blanket and a pillow and go out to lie on the beach. I look up at the stars, and listen to the sound of the surf and my heart breaking':.

Roll in, roll out.

Sometimes, when it's really quiet and I can't fall asleep, I take my blanket and a pillow and go out to lie on the beach, alone. I look up at the night sky and listen to the sound of the surf, and I wonder how much longer it will be.

Every time I repeat this process, my heart breaks a little more, and I can hear it, in time with the waves.

Roll in, roll out.

I never bother to try to sleep. Sure, I close my eyes and my breathing slows.

But inside, there are only growing cracks in my belief that they'll come home to me.

The waves never stop. Roll in, roll out. A certain sea shell, blue and yellow, rests on the wet sand for the briefest moment, before the water rushes back in and tugs it back to the deep.

Roll in, roll out.

In the dark, I never see it. This waiting is killing me.

-Dark White Night.