empty thoughts

the typical smell made him aware of his senses, made him comfortable against the soft sand that he was resting on. eys closed the face was serene yet there were a million thoughts running into each other just below the surface , one only had to scratch the outer layer. but it was not for everyone to see , it was not for everyone to understand , it was not that everyone could understand , it was not for him to ask why or why not. they just existed in his mind running at the speed of light across the universe.
the waves slowly seeped on his legs, and with each wave on his feet there was a warmth that arose in him. the sun was out shining , not the sun whose rays prick but the sun whose warmth is so soothing that you rather lie in that zone. he lay there hanging in time, the breeze across his hair showing the creases on that broad forehead and lay there like a stone. it was a lazy sunday afternoon on the shores , as he opened his eyes the blue filled his senses. he was away for the day and no longer worried about the life that he lived. it was his world that no one could take away from , away from the pursuits of wordly desires , away from those hollow laughter , away form those meaningless important things of life , away from the world discovering the peace that no one taught him about to want. he closed his eyes and lay there deeper in the sand.