Just when I think the beach can't be far enough away, it gets farther...

    didn't that last sign say one hundred miles away? and now this one says one hundred and fifty moremiles???

Life to me has become like the beach. I'm drifting, farther and farther from where I began.

    feeling like I am going to get nowhere fast. If I could have seen the signs a long time ago, maybe I wouldn't be here in this rut.

I can feel the ebb and flow of my days passing, seemingly with no resolution or fulfillment.

    how did i get here? what do i do now? where do i go? who will go with me? am i destined to be alone forever?

Eighteen going on eighty with friends coming and going and relatives passing away as they age.

    the sand is weighted on my feet, pulling me down down down... i long for that hand to reach out and grab mine and pull me to safety, to comfort...