Fear the Shark’s Bite
Burying my feet in the warm, white sand I wait for you on the shore. The clear blue water is so inviting yet so terrifying I can only push myself to its foamy edge; not daring to go past my ankles. You are so far out in the water; floating in the most beautiful liquid crystal. All I can do is stare - watching you perform like an Olympic athlete. Our differences so concrete, separated by a vast amount of flowing uncertainness.