Driving To The Sea

She’s tired of little infinities. Of moments seldom felt. Of the all encompassing numbness that has taken refuge inside a piece of her that she has never been able to find. Numbness that has begun to feel like it’s own emotion, severed from her body but still impossibly there. So she drives to ocean, lays on the sand, and hopes it’s enough. Hopes that the push and pull of the ocean will push her somewhere where numbness doesn't feel anymore. Hopes that she can memorize fear so nothing will scares her more than this moment. She’s tired of little infinities. Of moments seldom felt. Of all encompassing numbness and rogue chests. Of just enough and almost right. Of blissful minutes that never lasts. Of never expecting them to. Of an emotional haze that feels something akin to happiness but is never quite there. So she drives to the ocean, lays on the sand, and prays to something that she won't drift away.