I just laid there until i turned to stone. The wind took so long to peel away my soul. I dreamt, evaluated, analyzed, criticized, thought out every road into little sentiments to my heart. The beach was terrific, i had to change the colour of the sky and smooth out the waves so i could have some peace in mind, but that didn’t work well. I rolled over a few times and just lied there waiting for life to squeeze out its last breaths of spirit. It took so long and then when i started to feel death gripping me by the last threads of wiggle room i panicked then gave up and let it go it’s course. That is all i remember. Death took me beyond here i suppose. Now i miss the beach and my stone cold soul. This shall pass too, i thought, everything always does.
writing and images by patrick wey