the world is too bright. i am blinded by false smiles and laughs strained to reach that falsetto note. that preconceived notion that paradise of the land brings paradise of the mind. sand is still sand, and water is still water, less we quantify their quality by purity and color. sand is still sand and water is still water, and i am still me.
the world is too bright, so i filter it into sepia tones gentler to the mind's eye and swim to where the water meets the clouds. i am drowning, but not from the ocean's relentless caresses, but from the world's relentless stresses: beauty that is measured and calculated, saturated with standards that burn like the sun and are as intangible as its rays, a paradise built on sand as quick as it is to judge.
so i swim to where the water meets the clouds. where the water is still water, and i am still me.