dropletsinthesky

The waves whisper to me, calling me to the soft sand. The birds soaring above, look down with despair. The water sweeps over my feet, surrounding where I stand. The air heavy with thoughts, wanting me to care. The breeze caresses my face, whips my hair. The clouds dotting out the sun, turning gray with anger. The wind enclosing my body, acknowledging I am there. The skies no longer blue a clear warning of danger. The rain pelting my skin, as cold as ice. The world calling to me, pulling me out. The water seeping into my bones, undeniably concise. The atmosphere thick, it's my sorrow no doubt. The waves grow higher, crash over my h