Shifting Sand...

The world moves around us like sand, always shifting, always changing. I'm sitting here, watching it all unfold, my view slightly distorted by a pair of glasses that are crooked and peeling. They were a gift from a friend who’s no longer here, a constant reminder of a story that's been waiting to be told. The ocean has a way of moving the sand, creating new landscapes with every tide, and I can't help but feel like my life is doing the same.

I find my greatest moments of clarity when my world feels chaotic. A heavy heart, a mind overflowing with thoughts that’s when my creative spirit comes alive, much like the relentless motion of the ocean.

My friends tell me I need to love myself more, to remember the light I bring. I tried to do just that the other day, pleading with the person I love most, trying to convince them of my worth. It was a desperate, tired conversation, and it hit me how much of love is like the shifting sand beneath my feet.

The sand is cold and relentless. It changes with every wave, reshaping the shore. There's a certain beauty in that dance between the ocean and the land the powerful crash of the waves and the gentle ripples that follow, a cycle of giving and taking. It took me over forty years to finally put my feet in the sand and let the ocean feel my presence. I felt like a child of Poseidon, though he'd probably disown me for all the years I spent afraid of the water.

If you look closely at the reflection in my glasses, you’ll see the reflection of the person I’ve been waiting for my entire life. I've dreamed of a future where we stand together, the water washing over our feet. I’m giving my all, every single day, but I wonder what her dreams look like do I even exist in them?

They say patience is a virtue, but on days like these, it feels more like a curse. I'm not looking for an argument; I'm just looking to be loved. The real question is, what happens when we stop reassuring each other? When we fail to make time to bridge the gaps that grow between us? The sand doesn’t fight the waves; they simply embrace, giving and taking. I've watched this dance from a distance for so long, hoping one day I could feel the certainty and connection I see in it.

The glasses on my face belong to a friend who lost his battle with the world. He lost sight of his own light and cast a long shadow on a Saturday morning, a shadow that has stayed with me for years. I wish he had found the courage to stand in the sand and let it soothe his heart and mind. I wish he had seen the point in waiting for the next tide to bring something new.

I don’t know where this journey is taking us. I'm asking for reassurance, for just a few minutes of her time. I'm not asking for hours, just a moment to feel that we’re still on the same shore. Perhaps her truth is that she just doesn’t have the time to give.

The next time my feet touch the sand, I’ll be wearing a new pair of glasses. The sand will be the same, but different, and I pray the reflection will be the one I want. But I know life is like shifting sand. It will continue to change, and if I’m not careful, I’ll be left standing alone, with nothing but the ocean and the memory of a love that slipped through my fingers and toes.