BaharMeansSpring

I constantly feel like life is slipping out of my hands, like grains of sand. I wanted to bask in the warmth of its yellow summer sun, but the stars keep falling, the earth keeps moving, the world is continually escaping me. Life is perpetually evading me. I wanted to feel the burn of its glaring heat, I wanted to preserve the rays of sunlight that splashed against the afternoons of our lives like waves crashing against the body of a million grains of sand, but the moments of life I wanted to hold in my hand, are the grains of sand forever fleeting.