Careless.

The sun is scorching and it beats down on your face and it blinds your eyes and it fries your skin and it heats your body. But, you don’t care.

The sand is gritty and it coats your feet and your legs and your arms and your everything and it makes you dirty and nasty and unclean. But, you don’t care.

The wind is blowing and it burns your eyes and messes up your hair and wraps it’s willowy arms around you in a suffocating embrace. But, you don’t care.

The bird is calling and she’s loud and white and pure and she sings/squawks and it’s beautiful/horrible and the noise rattles your eardrums and digs its way deep into your brain. But, you don’t care.

The water is cold and cruel and it swallows and digests and eats me alive and I drown drown drown drown.

But, you don’t care.