She sit there. Dazing beyond the wicked fatal sun rays. While the glistening pigment of blue and green swipe away the truth. The truth that is so judgmental, so un real that not even she can counter act her depression distractions. Dreams, hopes, wishes and everything – is out of reach according to her pretty innocent eyes. She writes everything down within the sand, everything about her and her life. Her secrets- kept buried, never reviled to anyone- not even the one that holds the biggest secret- She takes the time to write each precious letter, only to have it wash away by the smooth water. A tear trickles down her face, followed by an unpredictable raindrop, followed by her departure- the last secret, her name, written safely, protected, and untouched by the smooth water, always kept safe. As she walks away among the pouring rain.