Fruity.

I looked the left and i saw depression, lying by the beach waiting patiently for the sun to set.
I noticed joy, running around desperately searching for something,
I couldn’t quite figure what it was.

Death was taking nap under the palm tree and life was nowhere in sight,
Jealousy too, nowhere to be found.
i did catch a glimpse of contentment though, collecting seashells, watching the tide rise.

I tried to guess what confidence was doing. She was tearing used stamps off of letters she received, not because she collected stamps. I didn’t know why. I’ve always found her to be rather distant one way or another.

Uncanny enough, fear was out there, having fun on the warmest part of the beach, building sandcastles and naming them. He was having so much fun, i could see it in his gray eyes. They kinda glittered a little under the sunlight. Wasn’t long before love came running in and started throwing rocks at his sandcastles. She tried to look menacing but i still found her adorable, the way she said ‘boom boom boom‘ as she threw those little rocks she picked. Love and fear walk hand in hand, some say.

Curiosity wanted to write in his journal but he forgot to bring his pencils. Instead, he wrote witty one liners in the sand with a twig. No surprise, procrastination left a text saying that he’d be late.

I was bored so i strolled down the beach. That was when i saw it. Her. A little girl, five, maybe six years old, just looking out at the salty beach water. I could sense the sadness in her, well actually, i saw it in her eyes. I always notice the eyes first. She just stood there and watched as the waves carried her pink ball away, further and further from the shore.

“My grandma gave it to me” . she said, still standing dead in her tracks. “Now shes gone, and the ball is leaving too. ” It was overwhelming. I wanted to do something, i felt compelled to do something, but there was nothing I could do to help. Nothing. I tried to look for hope but she was nowhere to be found. I was told she was playing with her harp somewhere.

I stared at her blankly, there was something about her. It was almost like her disappointment made her more beautiful that she already was. Innocence, that’s who she is. Sadness strolled over and without a word, sat down at her feet.

I decided to leave them alone, figured I wouldn’t bother them, since I’m terrible at consoling people anyway. I dug deep into my little backpack, took out my gum and popped one in my mouth. I tried to distract myself by making palm prints in the sand, throwing rocks at the tree, lying down and imagine myself shaping the clouds into animals. None of it worked, I couldn’t get it out of my head, no matter how hard i tried, the look on innocence’s face. The way how sadness just came and sat down right there, it all felt so right, like it was meant to be.

Indifference was sitting on one of those beach chairs, under one of those big beach umbrellas. He had a dried maple leaf in his hand, and he was just observing it.

I was alone. Sitting by myself. I felt incomplete. I felt insignificant, like I was nothing more than an idea, an entity. After all, what am i without emotions. I have no identity. Actually, I am identity, but right now, I’m just..lost.