I strolled along the shore,
my head down, always looking for shells.
The ocean's unrelenting tide frustrated me.
So I stared in amazement, and annoyance, wondering why is just never stops. It doesn't even change directions. It hardly changes shape.
I thought maybe if I turned my back for awhile and turned around really fast and screamed at it, I might provoke it to do something new.
No, it didn't listen. Of course not.
But in the back of my mind, I have a glimmer of hope that it'll change. Maybe.
The tide brings me beautiful shells to collect on the beach. Mostly broken, always making me crave something more.
I want to know.
When was this shell created?
and How?
Why is it shaped like that, and where is the other half?
so frustrating. Like the tide.
I wish I could bring it down. I wish I mattered like the moon.
I'm convinced that if I drilled a hole in the moon, the tide may change shape. Or stop all together.
Imagine.
all those stupid waves completely still. Tiny, tiny droplets of water just suspended in the air, unable to fall back into the ocean.
I'd stand there on the shore of every beach and just point and laugh at the ocean. "You're not so great!" I'd scream.
Then I'd give the moon the finger, and just dance on the beach until my legs couldn't move anymore.
It'd be safe to die then. If the tide froze, it'd be okay. I know that I would be okay. I could lay down and rest.
Time would be mine all mine if that silly tide would just stand still.
I guess I'll just be lucky to find a sea shell that's not broken.
