sleep is the most lovely thing,

       calm and serene, causing the heart to slow,

               and the world is at a heavy pace.

yet it can be the most frightening of things,

        if you fear the closing of eyelids,

             the darkness never-ending in the vision of sight.

and perhaps that's why i stepped on the seashells,

        crushing them to pieces, and walking on the pieces,

              for there is something beautiful about having bloody,

 scarred toes tainting a white sand beach.

- seashells