My dear Florida, lets your oceanic waves wash me away. Wash me away from everyone, even myself. I can't stand to glimpse at my reflection in the water. It's not a clear image. A tear causes a ripple, which causes waves. Will this be my get a way? I need one. Where is the sun to light up my day? Its alright, I have the moon to light up my darkest days.
I scream. Was it loud enough? God help me. I've dug a hole in the black sands and cannot escape. I extend my arms, catching no hands but the hug of the breeze. I feel empty and alone. Perhaps the wind can blow me away. Thats what happens in the end of things; blow away and forgotten.
