Monday, July 22, 2013
I'm slowly slipping away. It's like watching a precious jewel wash away with the tide. I can see the stone sparkle as the waves rush in and the tide pulls it into the ocean. I feel like I'm drowning. I scream for help and no one hears my cries. I sink deeper into the dark waters. I'm not talking about a stone and I'm not talking about the ocean. The tide sweeps away what's left on the beach and in return leaves sea shells. Some are beautiful and unbroken. They are picked up and kept as treasures. Some are just broken, left to be buried. He picks up the treasures, I'm the broken shell.