My peripheral vision tells me I have about 28 seconds
I blankly stare at the grey waters breaking over my feet
23 seconds and it will be over
I can feel the cactus fingers seeking me
I wish I can close my eyes but if I do, then I am no one
The last of me would fade with me
In a few seconds, 16, I will be one with the sea

I imagine I can hear a flower bloom somewhere in the forest behind me

10 seconds to eternity

8 and they can see me now
The long buttery fingers slip through the forest of people
Reaching for me

3 and I feel at peace with a tinge of anxiety for the unknown
1 all I see is se-