Just out of Reach

I can see it. Its lush green hills and flawless tan beaches. Whitewashed waves crashed over the sand, leaving a constant muffled roar in the ocean air. If only I could make it further, but, alas, I feel my body is dehydrated beyond repair.

My lips bleed, cracked by the harsh summer sun, and my eyes have blurred. Fortunately, I can see well enough for my last sight to be of the wondrous seashore that would have been my salvation, only had it come a day before.

Unfortunately, it is too late now and my body is spent. Goodbye... World.