Feet buried in sand
While I stare at the numerous smiles surrounding me
The ocean sits behind moving to the rhythm of the countless hearts surrounding it.
Under radiant sun with a powerful glow.
A simple pleasure for man,
Yet my heart beat is low
As little droplets of liquids escape from my pores resembling those of the abundance of bodies  sheltering me.
The only explanation is perspiration
But in my heart it feels more like condensation
My lungs can barely go through the process of respiration and yet in this forest of vibrant souls I am in complete isolation.

 R. Momo Bogning