*Grains*Of*Sand*
By trayseelynn
my imagination takes off into emotions but the things that I imagine, are just empty reaching for emotions with my fingertips only to find that I can't reach far enough and they slip between my fingers like hand fulls of sand, falling away the rise of each tide bring new emotions the old ones, only to be washed out to sea thickening, settling in the depths of my soul deep, bottomless, yet sometimes empty each grain, a memory, a thought, a dream fighting to swim to the top, to make me remember them do I let them fall? completely? forever forgotten? even if it's something I want to remember... it still has its price, its weight is heavy pushing me farther and farther under the waters drowning me in some emotions better left alone the tide goes out and I can breathe again, for a moment new sands are revealed, I fall to my knees. emotions, never dealt with... are they what I need? sliding, extending my long fingers deep into them closing my fists around handfuls, tightly opening each hand to watch each grain fall each hurtful grain of sand return to where it was removed returning to my imagination.... Written March 17th, 2002 © on Mar 16 2002 06:43 PM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"my imagination takes off into emotions..."