An Evening at the North Beach

I’m like the ebb tide except on days when I feel like there is something missing. Love is like the eye of the needle and I’m the thread; no matter how hard I try, I can’t get through with it. So instead, I sit and feel like a boulder that is trying to stop the waves; the waves of love, care, and endless emotions. I’m the boulder because I’m scared of the destruction the waves could cause so I don’t even try. The world broke me and now, I don’t remember how softness feels like. What if the waves aren’t destructive this time? What if they’re calm and soothing?
What if this time it’s not a tsunami and just the waves kissing each other silently? 
- An evening at the North Beach, San Francisco ’23.