The Beach

I see myself.
Standing on the beach.
There is silence, but there is also the wind.
A lonely small bird battling with the waves,
the rush against the shore with the best strength,
that they have to offer.
My toes sink into the cold sand.
The best way, the best sanctuary to find;
& the sun is drowning into timeless waves.
Not many of people passing by.
Red short hair caught into the wind
& cigarette smoke. She is bitter. She is the end.
She is the beautiful rose that stings.


This beach is inside of me.
And to get there,
you need to kill my eyes.
This is the key into
the beach that is inside of me.