Fading to White

The beach lay still, a silver streak of moonlight is all that quivers, in a life that many question exists. The stars hang low, blinking, beckoning, as if they want to come down to us and share knowledge of an ancient world. The water is bluish, yet green, and can be seen through, all the way to a dark dreary depth. People fear this death, as Dante did when he took his walk through time and space. A life of silence and lonely eternity. Climbing back from the depths is a trek that makes people feel warmth and happiness. The sand weaves in and out of skin, reacting and forming to every quirk that is physical. The palms sway and bend with the wind, trying to be closer to earth , as if feeling too tall, and wishing to be human. We live a perfect yet horrible life, because of love and jealousy.