If there was a biography about you, what would the title be?

I stand on the shore, gazing out at the endless expanse of ocean before me. The sound of the waves crashing against the sand fills my ears as I take in the scene’s beauty before me. But my mind is elsewhere, lost in memories of a time long past.

I remember the last time you were here, with the one you loved. You walked along the beach hand in hand, laughing and enjoying each other’s company. But that was a lifetime ago, and now you stand alone, the only company the cold sea and the distant trees.

As you stare out at the ocean, you can’t help but feel a deep sadness inside you. You think about all the things that have lost over the years, all the people and places that are now only memories. You wonder what might have been, if only things had turned out differently.

The black sand mixed in with the beige reminds you of the yin and yang of life. The good times and the bad. The ups and the downs. The dune hiding the vast expanse of land behind it makes you think of how much there is in me that remains hidden, unknown, and undiscovered.

You feel a sense of isolation and loneliness, like the vast expanse of the ocean is a reflection of your own emptiness. You long for the comfort of companionship and love, but know that it may never come. You take one last look at the beach before turning and walking away, lost in your own thoughts and the memories that haunt us.