The Beach

And so another takes his place among the stars- one who's eyes were turned inward despite the dances that went on in front of him, one who's darkness was not something to escape From, but something to escape To, one who sailed the currents of the undertow, without looking upward to see the sun glistening on the surface.

Suddenly, It Stops. The world stops turning. The ever-present sound of his own still heartbeat ringing in his ears Stops. The sun clicks on without warning, without a sunrise, without the passage of time.

He stands upright, and does not stretch. He does not think to dry the water that drips from his pale body. He does not think to pick up his things before he steps onto the shore. The chaos that was once his mind has fallen suddenly from his memory, without a single desire to remember it. The sadness that was once his heart has grown into something else overnight, and he does not remember why it was so sad.

He steps onto the sand, and feels it between his toes for the first time. He feels the sun on his cheeks for the first time. He feels the air filling his lungs for the first time. And he begins to realize where he is...

He steps forward with a purpose that was not there before, but somehow now feels like it has always been there. And as he looks Around himself for the first time, he feels something in his hands- something soft, something warm, something alive...

Hands. Little hands, gripping his fingers tightly with their own... Hands, and curious eyes, and little feet of their own.

And as the sun warms the breeze, and the water sparkles with a billion tiny lights, he feels the sand between his toes again, and begins to laugh. He laughs and laughs and laughs, and rolls in the sand, and dances in circles with the children.

Ah. Here it was at last; his Purpose. And it was Good.


Written by Rachael Sage Payne ©

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