Like the foot prints in the sand,washed away by the water...
Within the waves are the memories
of love,death and tragedy.
Within the sand it self are grains.
As if each grain is a time and memory.
When you pick them up,these grains,they slip though the cracks of our hands,like moments passing through the cracks of time.
Some may stay longer than others...
But how long do they stay/last?