It’s silent here. The illuminated ball that once shone over you is being wrenched from above, leaving you alone in a lightless paradise with present peace at mind.
A bronzed blanket lay under your bare feet, as the waves ran across the shore.The warm breeze rushes past your face leaving the bitter taste of salt lingering in your mouth. Previous memories of being a young child, stumbling towards the shoreline, buckets and spades at the ready, your parents struggling to keep up. But its different now.
Abandoned. Nothing but a few seagulls in sight picking at what waste was lumbered there. Rummaging through old crisp packets, chip boxes and ice-cream cones looking forward to what they may receive.
The soothing atmosphere unwinds and tranquillises your soul, leaving you at peace with the world. Flashbacks of your youth as your weak, aged, body stumbles to the floor, slowly you let go and withdraw from this life. It’s silent here.