"My shadow shrinks to nothing, then it recoils as if noon had come twice."
I feel utterly lost here, in this world.
With you.
But you give us a purpose—the beach. You smile when you extend your hand to me.
How much of it is true? I’d know, but alas, the truth escapes my grasp.
Still, we go, hand in hand, in spite of the world’s silence.
Silence filled with despair and withered flowers.
Who knows what we’ll encounter, but regardless, we’ll face it with a smile.
Even when those lips are wet with cascading tears.