"Charcoal Gray Above"
Water collects on my eyelashes and I am screaming my fears to the charcoal grey above. I feel possessive of everything around me, the sand, the seashells. I won't let them touch them. None of them. They're mine. They won't take them away from me too.
I pick some up shells and put them in my pocket.
"Your hands will never touch them..." I whisper into the wind.
The wind hits the rocks, as if it's the soundtrack to my thoughts, saying to just walk away, don't even think about it.
"You wouldn't understand if you tried..."
For this moment all these things belong to me, the shore and all its beauty. I take a deep breath and walk out into the sea. The waves crash over me. They pull me out. My body is tumbling to the bottom of the sea. I want to sink eternally.
I wake up suddenly and am almost disappointed. The serenity of being under the waves was the best I had felt in a long time. I am still half asleep but I semi-register the stranger that helped me open the door a little. He asks if I'm ok.
"You're the sand beneath my feet". I sigh sleepily. He begs my pardon.
"You are the sand beneath my feet." I say again. It feels like a dream.
I want to sink eternally.