Is it too bad to say that I feel empty?
There are no memories of the two weeks that passed too soon.
its like the time had stopped,
Onlu flashes of surprise, laughter, hope, pain, respect, anxiety, guilt, sorrow, worry, gratitude, love, sharing,
Listening in speachless silence.
I feel like sand.
I feel no water inside me.
But I remember water falling on me.
I remember the green glint of the reflected sun.
And then the wind of time blew,
and the footprints lose their memory.
The sand wonders why?
All the water has to dry,
or get soaked up too deep, too quick.
That a thousand ploughs can't reep.
So it holds on against the wind,
But nothing will hold on till the end.
Forgive me if it fades away,
But the soaked water will stay,
To give me cool when the sun gets too hot.
