Interesting.

The footsteps. I see my path, it runs back, crazy and wndering. Up and down, going sideways, front and back.

I look back as the tide rolls in, erasing my footprints...erasing me?

I walk on and on. Trudging through life, only to turn and watch the timeless, unchanging time wipe my steps away.

We walk,hand in hand down along the shore. In the fading light, we alk together unassuming in out happiness. The sun sets, the sun rises. We go on blissfully unaware of the consistent waves, lapping at our heels, erasing our past. Walking high upon the shore, moving away from the waves.

Things get rocky. Splittig ways, I wander back down, down to the shore. Glancing back, yet again-the waves do not reach the rocks, unable to erase my steps, the pain lingers.

My heart grows heavy. My feet drag, I wander closer to the edge of the shore, closer and closer to the edge of the shore. No longer walking close to the edge. But in the ocean, leaving no trace, always going deeper and deeper into the numbing cold.

The place of mindless repetition.