Slipping through my fingers, like the sand on the beach a dry summer day, my dreams are becoming distant.
They were so tangible, so real just a mere 36 hours ago, but the world refuses to stop to accomodate my heart’s desire. We are in constant motion, constant change. It’s the changes that bring the world forward, but it’s the changes that sometimes leave me with a pile of sand where a beautiful sand castle should have been. Like the waves of the ocean, the waves of reality crash down on me.
Maybe in the summer. Or in the autumn. Summer 2014? Maybe… never?
I keep wondering, is this something I need, or just something I want? And is it bad to want something that I don’t neccessarily need?
Like white sails in the distance, disappearing beyond the horizon, my dream is now so far away and out of reach that I need to stop worrying about it, thinking about it and talking about it.
Slipping through my fingers, like the warm, glistening sand, I see my dream go.