Jan 14th 26 (2)

I have sat and watched the waves on this colorless beach and waited. Waited for it to give back what it stole. The cold is in my bones and the hue of my skin matches the surf. It's time to leave. Just for a while I'll leave to look for something to reignite my soul. My frailty only allows for a haphazard stringing of driftwood to push out into the waters, but it's enough. I don't weigh much…