Dead Sea
The sea has never been so beautiful.
The waves upon my feet, the breeze upon my face.
I could look out and stare for miles, take in it all.
All day and all night, it's waves still flow.
I wonder when it began and when it will end.
I could stare upon it for miles.
Everyday it’s still there.
The waves upon my skin, the winds upon my hair.
I could never imagine a world where it didn’t flow anymore.
The warm sun on the sea's sands.
Every waking day, every sleeping night, it never leaves.
Nothing else but the sea, the sea is all that really is.
Don’t reckon I’ve seen another living being for a long time.
The sea is still there.
The coolness of the rocks upon my feet, the grayness of the sky above my head.
The waves never stops flowing.
Every second here, it feels like forever.
The roughness of the shore, the thrashing of the waves.
The coldness of the breeze, the saltiness of the air.
The steepness of the slope, the murkiness of the waters.
The sharpness of the rocks, the serrated teeth of the shore.
You could slip, be torn apart, and drop into the the sea.
The more you step down, the more unlikely it is you’ll leave.
The serrated jagged rocks make sure that the only way for you is down, trying to leave leaves you torn apart.
The only way is down.
Down.
You can’t leave the sea.
Nobody ever comes back from the dead sea.
The sea has never been so beautiful.
