I just want to know what a soul’s sparkle is made out of
I want to know how to exist with the twinkle and the tears and the heaviness without fading away
Emotion is a wave underneath the sand
Sand is
Flakes of stone that could be mountains
Ruffled and blown by even the smallest upset.
Maybe we all aren’t meant to be as stoic and as slow-moving as mountains are
They are
giants who breathe in life from every corner yet
Absorb change silently and secretly
Maybe we’re meant to be sand
Blown with the wind and unafraid of motion.
Unafraid to be swept away and piled up and made into castles that fall to the ground as quickly as they were made
Prick me with the thorns of ephemerality
Watch me bleed out as the present slips away
If my heart had wings, who knows where I’d be?
Moving with the sand and the salt of the sea.
