time, it stands still as I get buried deeper into the ground sandy grains touch the palm of my skin empty shells echo the roar of the calm and I move forward and backward with each cold kiss and yet I stand still sinking deeper into the ground and I float with the waves and I drown as it ebbs moving to the edge of the earth with each wave, with each cold caress into the terrifying beauty and yet I sink with every beat of my heart and all I find are the empty seashells echoing the roar of my soul drowned by the grains of the sand too brown too small, too thin, but just enough to make no sound and I drown and I drown and I drown