Lost...

Standing on the sand, gray with the mood of the evening, gray with the knowledge in my soul ... I am lost...

Watching the waters turn red with the glow of the dying sun, red with the love that pours out of me ... I am lost...

The sound of happiness bubbling all around me mocks the dire straights of my being ... taunts the sorrow and annoyance that threatens to creep up my legs , clawing at me from deep within the sand under my feet...

I hate this feeling ... I can't stand that I must stand here and be this way...

I hate the feeling of helplessness ... I detest the knowledge that you're making yourself this way and dragging me along in the process...

Stop it! Get over it!

Shouting at you from the other end of this beach of sadness and annoyance, my voice lost in the wind ... LISTEN TO ME... HEAR ME ... I know you're not deaf...

There you are ...standing cat-a-corner ... instead of facing me like you should... look at me ... look to me ...turn your back on yesterday and stand in today, so that i can face you tomorrow...

I'll stand here, but I'm not so sure how long I'll be here - at least not alone ...

But we can actually be here forever or choose to walk away ...

if you dare yourself to turn...