How could i have thought yesterday’s words would mean anything today?
How could i, when i have seen the words in the sand washed away time after time by tides that belong to the same sea but are washed up differently every single time? where do i begin to find the cause of the wave and how far does the tide recede before it’s back?
how can i reach any other conclusion except the one where i wait on a wordless shore for the water to reach my feet and sweep me under?

