the rhythmic crash of the sea waves as water trickles beneath my feet as it slowly washes the sand on my skin just before it ebbs away and then it flows and then it ebbs and then it flows and then it ebbs again and again as i stood there affixed to the moment transfixed by the rhythm
and then, out of nowhere it stopped the tides have already receded
the both of us— a dissonance in the making, an F# to a C major chord, a jumble of notes with no harmony, a series of notes with no melody, a sheet of music that lacks feeling, for all we have are sharps and flats that will never work together