Sand

the sands of time scatters with one gust of wind and the memories we once held dear are wiped away like milk off the kitchen floor. we forgive and forget , the emotions are replaced with those of relief for a new time come . Mud covered children become young adults , chasing love , freedom and self acceptance. Fighting their way to adulthood many become lost no guidance from parents who refuse to believe that their once sleepy eyed babies have now turned to complete strangers that only desire to be let out of this cage they feel confines them . No more bath time with Mr.duck , no more shuffling them onto the big yellow bus . there are new babies to be had and honey moons to go on. The cycle of life continues to move, rolling on like and ocean. old memories washing away and new ones crashing in upon the shore of our conscientiousness. Your world swirls around you , a red scarf caught in natures hand . you grab for it but it crumbles beneath your touch. back to the earth , broken in bits, just like the grains of sand.[b]

Aww sad but true very nice Tanie <3