Walking beneath a gray clouded sky, my vision of beauty distorted. A sharp intake of cold air causes my eyes to tear as my ears pick up the sound of silence. Feel the sand beneath my toes. Sand. I once held love, like sand, too tight and let it slip away. The deafening silence intensifies as the clouds roll in and the storm begins. When the silence is shattered by the waves rolling and crashing like thunder, splintering the sand. The rain begins a different rhythm. Pounding on my head like an irregular heart beat. Maybe for a second, I imagined it was mine, a broken heart continues to beat. Still, my heart cannot be mended but why should love prevent it from beating? I gave up on love. But something about the smell of rain and the ocean triggered a memory in my mind. And I found myself reliving the moments I shared with you over and over like a movie on repeat. A movie that I can't stop. Except my imagination got carried away, it can't be a movie, it's my life. Why treat life like a movie when it's all improvised? But it's all pushed to the back of my mind as the storm is pulled away. The sun tries to find it's light again, tries to break through. Struggles and fails but never gives up. Neither will I.
