Bound to Drown.

I don't know why, or how I wrote this. The images were forming in my mind, and I decided to write them down. And I came up with this. Reading it again, I felt like I was talking about how time slips, about how things tempt you, how you think some things will make it all better, but in the end they leave you with nothing, not even your life.

"Sitting down on the sand, holding fistfuls of the little brown grains, then letting them go through your fingers, they slip so easily, sliding through your fingers. A rush of breeze leaves your hair sticking to your face, but you don't brush them off, let them mess up, let the air win. Slowly you get up, and look down. Traces of the sand you sat upon, yet you don't care to brush it off. You just choose to go on, toward the sea, leaving footprints behind that will perish with time. Walking without destination, yet you keep walking, until the water rushes at your feet, and then moves back. It wets your feet, then goes back again, it never stays. You start walking again along the sea, letting the water wet your feet time and time again, you walk away from the water for a while, but something wants the wetness back, and so you move toward the water again, but this time you move forward, into the water, into the sea, until it reaches your knees. For a moment you contemplate, wondering if you should go back, but something urges you even forward. Forward you go. The water is at waist length. A wave hits you and you stumble, but manage to stay your ground. The little red water buoys are not far, they bob up and down, as if trying to warn you, but you don't pay heed. You move even further, you hear whistles from the lifeguards but you don't care. You're starting to swim, swim beyond the buoys, as the whistles still blow furiously, you still keep swimming, until atlast another wave hits, this time you can't help but fall. You fall into the water, you can't breathe, you can't think, and you're eyes can see no hands to help you up. The same water, which had once so gently touched your feet, as if in invitation, but you went too far trusting it. You were bound to drown. "