Nonsense

notice how simple it is to be original.

today the beaches are full. it’s expected.

an invisible rope leaves me tightly coiled within myself. i seem alive but the heart of me is mummified, buried in a pyramid scheme.

no sunscreen today. it’s a harmless way to feel heat on my skin long after the light leaves. i’m smiling atop a blanket while holding a five-hundred page book filled with blank pages.

how invisible can i make my thoughts?

surely it all ends here with the tide.

it’s expected.