Bleak Blank Beach

I want the feeling of sand itching its way through my body.

The sun pinching my skin,

tanning it,

making it crispy by baking it with its heat.

I want to feel the waves massage my back, my neck, and my head.

I want it to send drips of water tracing the curves of my body.

Tracing my forehead down to my navel.

I long for the beach's embrace.

I never thought of anything else but the sweet kiss of the sea breeze on my face.

Never did i care to bring anything with me.

Just me.

Me and the beach.



I touched the sand.

It was never there.

I rolled myself on the sand.

No itch on my body.

Still no sandy itch on my skin.

I removed my swimming trunks.

One more time.

I rolled more.


Darn. Still no sandy itch.
Still no feeling.

I head for the waters.

I cupped the glittery water on my palm.

I splashed it on my face.

I saw it. I saw it run across my face. I saw it trace the silhoutte of my neck.

I saw it.

But I never felt it.

I dived in the water.

I immersed myself in the water as long as I can.

10 minutes.

20.

30 minutes.

I can still breathe normally.

I pulled myself out of the water.

My whole body was wet.

From my scalp yto my toes, I can see the wetness.

I can see that I'm wet but I never felt it.

The sun is continuously baking my skin.

I'm thirsty.

Brine water makes me more thirsty.

I want more water.

The beach is there.

I swam.

I saw.

i never conquered.