The Beach

Everyday I wake up from a dream….

In that dream, I’m on a beach. Laying on my back. The tides roll in and out. My eyes are closed as I listen to the soothing waves and feel the water go back and forth on my body.

I am in Limbo. In a place in the middle of two realms, immortalised by religious philosophy.

The sun never sets.

I take regular walks on the shoreline, at peace and never afraid.

My mind, which used to wander, is now still. The voices which used to haunt me and pull me in every direction have disappeared.

I’m in a state which I’ve dreamed about since I was a child. A state of serenity.

I’m in a place that cannot hurt me. But it’s a place which cannot make me happy. It cannot make me smile. It cannot make me laugh.

It is all still. The only movement is the waters coming in and going back out.

I feel like I’m waiting. But at the same time, I feel like this is my final destination.

I cannot feel anything but it doesn’t matter in this place.

I cannot remember my past life. I can’t remember how I got here. It feels like an endless dream.

Am I asleep?

I am alone in this place. There are no birds in the sky. No one for miles and miles. But I do not care.

Sometimes I wonder if I’ll wake up from this dream. But sometimes I think it doesn’t matter.

But I have noticed the scar. The one on my hand.

I have noticed the mark.

I think I know why I’m here.

I know this is not my homeland. I know this is not my final destination.

I am dreaming. Waiting for someone on the beach.

But maybe I’m awake. Maybe this is my resting place for eternity.

I close my eyes and try to dream.

I open my eyes.

I’m laying on the beach. Laying on my back. The tides roll in and out…..

I am in Limbo.

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My personal writing space. (UX Designer | Blogger | Social Introvert) UX Design writing: josephkuuire.com

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