"I stand on this sand, with my legs digging deep, giving a rest to my mind from doing the same. I am walking on it now as my nail is filled with the sand and my eyes are filled with the horizon. I am staring and gleaming into the nothingness that lies where this sea ends, or maybe it doesn't, I am not sure, I haven't really took a swim in it. As I am walking my legs step on shells and stones and I wonder if more feet had stepped on them before me or more hands have felt them before mine, I wonder how the satin moon sees me after seeing so many else come and go, I wonder if it knows I go to places to stay and I touch things to keep them on me, to remember what nerve it signalled. The waves are getting bigger and I don't know if with them the moon is trying to pull me towards itself, a lot of others have done it before but I haven't moved an inch. I am learning to love without actually changing my steps or changing my way, I am learning how much I can be me and how long I can be me before I feel a pull I can no longer resist. I wonder if that pull will be of a human before it is of the force that ends my life here." -Mariyam on the sand, a quick imagery.