killthesea

braindamaged and limping i walk to the beach. the tide is always rising fast, like in a red dream. the waves crash at my side, and the rocks care to fall apart from my bold and fearfull steps. i hold on to my pistol and the war begins.
i shoot at the sea, once, twice, three times.
then the waves crash me down, only one is needed, and i loose me gun, my determination, my temper and my chances of killing the unkillable.
the sea leaves me on the sands and returns with the tide.
i am left salted in a cloudy day sneezing and sandfull of the lesson.