Standing on a beach,
there are four of us.
A strange conglomeration of people,
from different aspects of my life.
How did we all end up here?
We stand apart,
all facing the ocean.
A wave begins to swell, to build,
but we don't move.
Can we move?
Here we brace ourselves to die,
in the giant wave that is churning upwards.
My heart beats fast,
"This is it," I tell myself.
Is this how I will die?
And then I'm running,
across the sand, and up the stairs.
I look back and my friends do not follow,
"Run!" I scream.
Why aren't they running?
I don't know if they ever ended up running,
or if they were crushed by the wave.
So many stairs.
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 4:31 PM UTC
Standing on a beach,
there are four of us.
A strange conglomeration of people,
from different aspects of my life.
How did we all end up here?
We stand apart,
all facing the ocean.
A wave begins to swell, to build,
but we don't move.
Can we move?
Here we brace ourselves to die,
in the giant wave that is churning upwards.
My heart beats fast,
"This is it," I tell myself.
Is this how I will die?
And then I'm running,
across the sand, and up the stairs.
I look back and my friends do not follow,
"Run!" I scream.
Why aren't they running?
I don't know if they ever ended up running,
or if they were crushed by the wave.
So many stairs.
based on a dream
