the water was pulsing quietly, up and down, up and down
the goosebumps looked less like goosebumps and more like motivation -
testing at my endurance with every step i took and for every inch
i waded in further i could feel myself dancing carefully on the edge
between here and there. and i sure as hell don't know where there is
but i know that here is not enough, and so i need the unknown.
except that i know that the unknown is less of an unknown and more
of a variable and i know things have been pretty constant right now,
but i'm up for a change. i'm running like i'm chasing cars, and i'm
aiming like i'm killing birds, but it's all just a joke and i'm not really
sure where i'm headed and i'm not really sure what i'm working towards.
all i know is that there is not here and the further i walk and the deeper
i become and the more sand i displace with my feet will be the more
difference i can make. and i know things have been pretty constant lately,
but i think why not become the variable. so i'll take another step and
i'll get ready to hold my breath because the goosebumps are looking less
like goosebumps and more like freckles and i know that will keep me warm
because freckles are just like the stars and i like to think that i'm etching
a new constellation into my skin, and i'd like to think that one day i'll be
able to look up and see it pulsing brightly in the sky.

it'd start with the holding of hands
- we'd drink coffee and talk for hours,
and fumble over the silences that
wouldn't be awkward but still
were not quite comfortable.
eventually you would call me dear,
and your stare would linger as you closed
the gap between your mouth and mine.
as your breath touched my cheek,
it would become claustrophobic.
we'd smoke cigars in the evening,
and watch the smoke float into the air,
towards the stars which really just stood
for a limitless amount of possibilities
- but maybe less like possibilities
and more like realizations.
more like realizations in the sense that
there would be so many, and so much
confusion but the confusion would be
less like confusion and more like certainties
but the certainties would for certain
be something neither of us would want to hear.
we'd read passages from our favourite books
while sitting in the grass with the
sun lightly kissing our backs, but we
wouldn't quite hear the words because
as surely as they head in they would surely
head out (like the not quite perpetual lust).
and we would try to catch them with our
arms outstretched to the heavens, but
we would slowly stop and our eyes would close
and we would want to cry and we would want to burn,
but that's okay - god isn't watching anymore.

I'm looking for some prompts. Give me anything from a word to a paragraph.

the water was as wet as always. that was constant. that would never change. i was wet and shivering. the circumstance allowed for that. i prayed to god for that to change.
"ready?"
eyes closed, nose held, i plunged into the water. i did my best to maneuver myself into a sitting position in the shallow water. i made myself open my eyes. i scanned the water for his movement, and saw something vague. and then as soon as it began, it ended, and i allowed myself to resurface. i coughed, but i tried not to make myself apparent as i slid to grass and coughed out all my doubts and all my concerns. they stared back at me, pitifully, watching this form make its way to the grass. this pathetic paraplegic crawling to its destination. this wounded animal ready to be put out of its misery.
"what's wrong?"
i hadn't noticed him. my throat felt tight, and i felt the blood threatening to break its way through my cheeks.
i'm afraid, i think.
"i'm cold."
my face fell into my knees, but quickly i relapsed into sitting again. the scrapes were visible through the dress that clung so desperately to my skin.
"do you mind?"
i shook my head no out of habit. i don't have half a mind these days. the flicker of a flame from his lighter to his cigar caught my attention. it pierced our midnight, and it illuminated his presence.
"what have we come to?"
he took a drag from his cigar and leaned his head back to the heavens, to the stars. he exhaled and let his eyelids gently close. but that's okay - god wasn't watching anymore.