i am a wave that never reaches the shore, for i break too soon before the land. but i've always liked the look of sand: golden, the colour of dreams, where shells that hide secrets in them lie; secrets i would like to know. sometimes they whisper in my ear, but i never quite get to hear them as they are swept away faster than they can say goodbye. maybe one day i'll get there, and i will listen to the stories they tell. to know how it feels to have reached the shore, basking in the goldenness of sand, the sun. but i am not like them. maybe i will never know.