Time slips through your fingers so fast that you can't grasp it. You can only watch it fall to the floor in one big heap of memories. You lean down and trace a heart in the cold sand, but all too quickly more sand will cover it. Nothing lasts forever. Forever doesn't exsist. You sit down in the pile of sand, and feel the memories surround you. It's nice to remember. More sand pours down; you are buried in your memories. Sand keeps falling. Swish...
Written: March 14, 1999