The wind does things differently,
It patiently rubs off the sand castle's wall,
Slowly approaching it without intent to break.

Time was his friend,
He would give up his life time to enter the castle,
Showing only warmth as his effort to let her open up.

But the wave is different,
It would just come crashing on the walls,
Immediately breaking down the walls.

Time was never an issue,
He would do everything now while he can,
Shaking her world to show her the real world.

The beach knew how the wind loves the sand castle,
But the beach also know which one the sand castle will fall to,
I guess we all know how the wave will always win.


- HIY

a stabbing shiver corrodes my limbs
goosebumps lick my heart
a fat cramp strokes my lips
and terror waves my mind
freezingly hot blood
flushes twisted nerves
sweet foul shudder makes
all memories awake
blurry visions of happiness
worm into cutting blade
hissing a haunting realization:
that it is too late.
naivety suggests
a joyful brand new start
but the naked present screams
that you grew apart

There comes the waves kissing the shore,
Both gentle and harsh,
Mellow winds caressing the sand ever gently,
and at times abusively.
Like a sand castle residing at the shore,
your days are numbered to when you fall.
It's not the rough ones that are the reaper,
They left crumbs so you see your pieces fall off,
But the soothing ones that smothers you from grain by grain,
Feeding off bits of you that you left forgotten.
Like a sand castle residing on the shore,
Your days are numbered to when you fall,

-HIY