Sometimes everything just feels fine. It's as if every grasping, shaking desire within me has ceased. My muscles relax, the tension just floats away. When these moments spring about, I'm content. But these unruffled moments are seldom, and as hard as I try to concoct them--when my mood is less than serene--I sometimes cannot. I've heard a tranquil landscape is good to visualize during times of melancholy, ennui or overthinking; but how can one genuinely focus on an imagined visual when one's heart's so shaky and the picture will fade if your mind's eye doesn't refresh it constantly? Work harder I guess. The beach is my favorite faux-reality to visit. And this is coming from a person who loathes sand; It's itchy, granular structure always seems to find it's way in the most unpleasant of places. I mean, I like souvenirs as much as the next guy: there's nothing quite like finding some salivated morsel of food caked in-between my molars some time after a meal, or catching a whiff of a person I care for, long after they've left. But sand isn't pleasant though, and although it isn't as bad when its in its natural environment, and even though it may be tied to a place that is actually pleasant; It just doesn't rock my shit. The beach in general does rock my shit though. There's nothing quite comparable to standing on the shore line while the waves wrestle back and fourth, eager to graze your feet. The sun waters a tightening glaze over your skin, and the sizzling waves call to alleviate it.
