The beach

On the beach.

The night stars and glowing moon light the beach.

The tiny grains of sand squish under my feet.

The ice cold water rushes forward.

Salty foam licks at my ankles.

Sometimes softly sometimes rough threatening my balance.

The air is salty, and coldly refreshing with every deep breath.

No sound except the waves crashing over and over.

And the sound of my heartbeat thumping.

If I swim long enough I will disappear.

Like I never existed to begin with.

So I stand shoulder deep in the dark water.

And my eyes close, stopping the moonlight from entering.

Nothing more do I desire.

Then to have never been.