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Shimmering sands beneath shimmering stars upon a desolate beach
Waves breaking against the coast, darkness begging to be occupied
Thoughts freeze, fingers draw upward to point, while muscles tighten.
Not today, unfortunately
A contented turn, confident stride, a trek to weariness.
The beach looms before me, glittering and empty.
Sand glinting in the moonlight, among the glittering stars.
Crashing waves appeal to my tortured psyche, begging for relief.
anxious fear-frozen thoughts, tight muscles
My fingers slowly raise and motion to the vast expanse.
But today I refuse to submit.
To that dark tug of sorrow.
Instead, I turn and depart in a contented manner.
From this location of eerie beauty
Until fatigue overwhelms me and sleep takes control.