The Lines We Cross

There is a line in the sand that states:

"This is how the world works."

And it is a fine line.
No one can touch it.

The sand is crowded,
with people as far as the eye can see.
All remaining firmly behind the line.

Some even avert their gaze,
as if even looking,
could cause great pain.



Yet sometimes,
in the quiet of night,
there is laughter in the air.

It laughs at the absurdity,
that words in the sand,
control us.

And there is a heavy mist in the air,
that clings to the skin.

With laughter echoing,
damp steps can still be heard,
the rythm unmistakable:



Dancing.



Everything constantly feels out of control.
Impossible to change.

Yet here we are,
two people on the beach.
And we are laughing as we dance.