Moth to Flame

I'm sitting on the beach and I can feel the waves brushing over my toes. They're naked and free; unlike myself.

I lie back and wait.

I wait for the waves to wash me over; maybe take me somewhere where things make more sense.

I'd like to be at a place where I'm not so god damned sad; a place where people don't hang themselves with extension cords.

Where no one can remember my name and I never knew his.