I tell myself Iím not still in love with you But itís more complex than that.
Because how do you love someone Who would not love you back? How the hell can I still love someone Who cannot love me back? How do you love someone who youíve hurt so badly? And how do you love someone Who, hurt, retaliated Out of anger and out of fear, Angry and fearful of the person Iíd become in your absence. How do you carry on loving someone whom you care about enough To know when enough is enough?
Sand comes in many forms weíre most acquainted with the yellow warm stuff found on picturesque beaches but it can also be volcano black or dusky purple or not quite fully processed yielding beaches of sharp, tiny bits of shell or little stones
But all sand is is shells and rocks and dirt and bone crushed and refined for millennia by the aching ebb and flow of the tides
We all become sand no matter how hard we resist the oceanís movement but like sand, we are beings of change constantly sifting and...