The Beach at Night

There is a deep psychological oppression that comes with walking alone down the beach at night. It’s easy to feel a foreboding sense of vulnerability. Seemingly endless dark expanse in all directions and you are right in the epicenter. The crash of incoming waves begins to fade until you are the cause of every rippling disturbance. Every beat of your heart reverberates into the endless distances. Collapsing mountainside’s pale in comparison to every razing footstep taken in the fine, white sand.

Everyone and everything knows exactly where you are. They can see your face. They can read your thoughts. They: The Darkness.

You stare into the Darkness, and the Darkness stares into you. Weaknesses and self-doubt are screaming in your expressions. A lifetime of wayward thoughts are condensed and easily observed, judged. Wonder quickly turns into apprehension. Strength is diminished and helpless child-like fear gradually builds. All hopes and passions are eclipsed by the Darkness’ constant probing for more imperfections. Nothing is hidden. Nothing is overlooked.