Today, I feel like the sands of a beach. The mighty oceans are the people of the world. Waves of people roll into my life as the tide rises. Water and sand mixes. Friendships are forged in foamy sand-filled waters. However, just as they were merged by gravity’s push, they are torn by its pull. The tide will recede carrying friends to other shores and again I’ll be a dry beach waiting for murky deep to wash over me. The ebb and flow is sustained only by the hope of a sealess world.