Shut up and listen to the waves licking the beach.
Can it taste my skin?
How long would it take to swallow me whole?
Where is the point to all of this, this page filled with meaningless words?
All theses people are yerning, screaming for something more than what is presented to them.
That is all we do.
Want.
Want.
Want.

There is ash and sand coating my hands and feet. Filling in the spaces that need to be filled.
The wind is making a crazy storm of my hair, it's making it difficult to see, my f*****g feet are so covered.
I'm shaking in my skin. It's too cold for someone so empty. It blows right threw me, chilling me to the bone.