There are times I am the ocean, others I am the sand. Some times... depthless and unfathomable, my only queen the glittering moon. Others... pushed and pulled, laid down to rest only until the queen brings the black sheet back to cover me. The sand clings to that darkness and the shapes it sees within, its porous body weakly clutching at the moon’s blood until her tide soothes it away. It never holds... and in time the beach erodes, and with it all the wants and desires buried in the sand. For a time I am the ocean again.

For a time... until the sands form new beaches, and I grasp at the shapes these sands form in the deep. My queen... bring back the tide. Wash me away...