You think you are about to fall. Even though you know you can’t. It’s just the sand slipping beneath you feet. The sand moves, the sea makes it. You don’t. Long after the water recedes you still remain at your place. You want the water at your feet but you can’t make it stay, unless you’re deep into the sea. You think you can hold the sand in your fist. You can’t. It slips through your fingers. Unless you hold wet sand. But you just wanted the water, not the sand. You spread your arms out to feel the full force of the strong breeze blowing from water to land. You wish you just let go and fly. You can’t. Not unless you use some contraption of some sort. But if you wanted to be a free flier wouldn’t the contraption trap you in some way or the other? You watch kids build a sand castle. You see the joy on their faces. You wish you could build a castle that you could keep with you. You can’t. Not even sand castles, because they’d get washed away by the sea.
A moment of the sinking feeling. A feel of the sand in your fist. An embrace of the warmth and chill of the ocean breeze. A little carefree smile on seeing your sandcastle take form. You know it won’t last a long time. Probably why you enjoy it so much. Probably why you can’t enjoy other stuff as much. Because you don’t know how long its going to be yours. You don’t know how much time (if any) is on your side. Regrets, a few spoken words, several unspoken words, a little more trust – you are almost building up to it with each passing day, each passing moment. The past is gone. You don’t know if the future is coming. Pretend the past never was and the future never will be. Be a little selfish- keep you silly little joys for yourself.
Because a moment of the sinking feeling, a feel of the sand in your fist, an embrace of the warmth and chill of the ocean breeze, A little carefree smile on seeing your sandcastle take form. It’s yours if only for the moment. It’s your moment and no one can take it from you.
totally random post. no idea where it came from. the words decided to write themselves this time :)
basically, am trying to say, im not at fault for it not making sense.
A moment of the sinking feeling. A feel of the sand in your fist. An embrace of the warmth and chill of the ocean breeze. A little carefree smile on seeing your sandcastle take form. You know it won’t last a long time. Probably why you enjoy it so much. Probably why you can’t enjoy other stuff as much. Because you don’t know how long its going to be yours. You don’t know how much time (if any) is on your side. Regrets, a few spoken words, several unspoken words, a little more trust – you are almost building up to it with each passing day, each passing moment. The past is gone. You don’t know if the future is coming. Pretend the past never was and the future never will be. Be a little selfish- keep you silly little joys for yourself.
Because a moment of the sinking feeling, a feel of the sand in your fist, an embrace of the warmth and chill of the ocean breeze, A little carefree smile on seeing your sandcastle take form. It’s yours if only for the moment. It’s your moment and no one can take it from you.
totally random post. no idea where it came from. the words decided to write themselves this time :)
basically, am trying to say, im not at fault for it not making sense.
