Emotions wash over me like waves,
sandy imprints
left in my memory,

Of that one summer day
where we broke the rules
like seashells snapping
underneath our feet.

We blind ourselves
from the blazing sunny truth
just for a while with sunglasses.

We can take them off anytime,
but prefer to keep them on.

Sipping on sadness soda,
but enjoying every bit of it.

Darling, leave your shoes at the door,















there's no room for that sand in future's home.