It bothers me that sand can hold my weight.
Sand is tiny.
Each grain is insignificant.
Yet it somehow finds billions of other tiny, insignificant grains just like it.
And they can do things I can not.
It makes me feel jealous, and even more insignificant than the sand.
I hate the sand.
So does the water.
That's why it continues to drown it.
It doesn't work, but it keeps trying.
Someone needs to tell the water that it can't drown the sand.
Someone needs to tell me that I can't drown the sand.
Someone needs to tell the sand that it can't walk on water.
Someone needs to tell me that I can't walk on water.