Imprints of waves spread over my feet, each one taking a turn. The water is endless. Bolts of lighting strike in the distance — the thunder announcing its distance soon after. For years I’ve been trapped here, waiting for an answer of where I am. Though my mind just wanders to why. There’s not much to do here except stand here and think as nature takes a hold of me. I would not be surprised to find my feet a different shape from before, though I’m not sure what that would be. I have no memories to revisit. No loved one to miss. I just stand here and ponder — hoping for answers that will never come. Sometimes I wish one of the lighting bolts will find its way to me or the water will begin to rise and wash me away. Then a faint gift of remembrance provides me with the knowledge that life can be a wonderful thing. I want to experience it, but I have no way out. Sometimes I’ll walk — for what feels like forever — and never find an end. Then I’m back to where I started. Wishing the nature will help me to join it so I won’t have to stand here wondering what I did so wrong that doesn’t allow me the chance to live.