Choose your own adventure...
You reach a point in your life where you feel significanly numb.
Your steps leave no evidence of your existance.
An endless beach of blank sand constantly being washing over by the gushing tide.
That is, if your feet made marks, they'd all be erased instantly anyhow.
Where does one turn from the nothingness?
Is there an escape from the bleak frothy waters that are soon to swallow you?
Or do you sacrifice yourself to the sea?
And the sharks.
Time ticks by as the grains of sand drip down the glass
The sand tenderizes your toes.
Soon to marinate you in it's grasp
To be burried alive, if this is life?
Is this life?
- Rose Az 2.11.07
Your steps leave no evidence of your existance.
An endless beach of blank sand constantly being washing over by the gushing tide.
That is, if your feet made marks, they'd all be erased instantly anyhow.
Where does one turn from the nothingness?
Is there an escape from the bleak frothy waters that are soon to swallow you?
Or do you sacrifice yourself to the sea?
And the sharks.
Time ticks by as the grains of sand drip down the glass
The sand tenderizes your toes.
Soon to marinate you in it's grasp
To be burried alive, if this is life?
Is this life?
- Rose Az 2.11.07