Metamorphosis - Bosque

I listen to the sound

of the waves

And contemplate

I open my eyes

And I see the horizon

Fusion of sky and sea

I deeply breath

And let the salt

entrench my lungs

As teh wind shapes the sand

All my empiric experience

Runs before my eyes

A negative

of what was supposed to be

A colorless distortion

of perfection

Something that should never

be so bleak

I believe merely in me

In nothing else

It would be easier

otherwise