Today I woke up to vivid dreams building heavily from passed experiences. Dreams that never happened in real life but that was close enough to reality for me to not question their validity neither in my sleep nor as I woke up. 

Still half a sleep my dreams lingered as waves slowly returning to the ocean. The feelings they elicited still soak the sand yet the illusion drew back into the subconscious. During the early hours of the morning it made me question when things die. When things end.  Even if a wave is long gone, the water lingers on the shore. 

Having a hate-love relationship to the past, it is an undeniable truth that wet sand provides a substantially more stable path to walk.