readers' blog: traces of sand
The path of life and the marks we leave on it. Like footprints in the sand, washed away by the morning tide. Every print is different, maybe even with a slight change of direction, or the ground we walk on change in texture and make every step different from the previous one. Some prints stay longer you know? Either it’s because we took a different way and the waves, like grasping hands, can’t reach them. The other reason for this is that some prints are deep, too deep, like their cut in stone, and no tide can wash these away.
We stop for a second and look back and see these patterns. Our own history, experiences, and we study them, one by one. Some people will go back, and even make new prints. They’ll try cover some up with sand, and it works. For a while. They are still there you know? The prints. Hidden maybe, but we know they are there.
The waves are strong this evening. Dark and powerful, as I fall to my knees looking over my shoulder. Two pair of prints, side by side, and the salty taste from the sea and the cold on my chin makes me wonder. There are moments in life we walk alone, because we have to or we have no choice. I see these pair of prints and as I look towards the horizon, the sand beside me shiver by the weight of someone approaching and I think to myself; right now I don’t have to walk alone and I’ll embrace this moment for as long as I have it.
We stop for a second and look back and see these patterns. Our own history, experiences, and we study them, one by one. Some people will go back, and even make new prints. They’ll try cover some up with sand, and it works. For a while. They are still there you know? The prints. Hidden maybe, but we know they are there.
The waves are strong this evening. Dark and powerful, as I fall to my knees looking over my shoulder. Two pair of prints, side by side, and the salty taste from the sea and the cold on my chin makes me wonder. There are moments in life we walk alone, because we have to or we have no choice. I see these pair of prints and as I look towards the horizon, the sand beside me shiver by the weight of someone approaching and I think to myself; right now I don’t have to walk alone and I’ll embrace this moment for as long as I have it.
special guest star: jill
and thanks for your text, dear... i really wanted to say something else about it, but to be completely honest with you, you kinda left me without words. all i will tell you is, this one is better than anything i've ever written here.
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Thank you dear and thank you for giving me the challenge to try and write something :)
anytime! and i'm the one thanking you, actually :)*
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