#Low-tide

I sat in-between the beach and the sea.

I stared at the expanse feeling a rivalry between me and the emotions that protruded ignorantly.

My lover is in the sand, finding Sea Dollars like a needle in hay.

How do I keep them from watching? How do I keep these emotions at bay?

It would be easy to stuff them in a sack and forget them at home like the anniversary gift I brought as presumed, and yet I've mixed them up again.

I've come equiped with the wrong tools to...