the sand was everywhere. it stretched for miles, no water in sight. dunes swept the landscape in great hills and small. the wind swept through the air, the hot breath of whatever god had led her here, to this desolation and to this despair. she was lost. she would never find her way home. and maybe that was a good thing.
Sand, sifting, falling, bones of coral crushed up into summer romance and towels on the car seats, poured out at the door before you are allowed inside, time slipping, from bone to sand to glass and back again to sand that blows away between your fingers.
“There is this book I always think about when I’m in my most philosophical moments. It talks about a fiery love that withstands time, sands and deserts, oceans and a thousand years in a thousand different bodies. It also reminds me of the infinite goodness of the human soul. It reminds me of your mother.”
“Dad, not again.”
“There is this book I always think about when I’m in my most philosophical moments. It talks about a fiery love that withstands time, sands and deserts, oceans and a thousand years in a thousand different bodies. It also reminds me of the infinite goodness of the human soul. It reminds me of your mother.”
“Dad, not again.”
She let the sand run through her fingers. It was comforting but also made her think about the passing of time, like in an hour glass. She wondered if she could tip it over so she would have more time and then turn it over again and again so she would be immortal.
the sand was everywhere. it stretched for miles, no water in sight. dunes swept the landscape in great hills and small. the wind swept through the air, the hot breath of whatever god had led her here, to this desolation and to this despair. she was lost. she would never find her way home. and maybe that was a good thing.
Sand, sifting, falling, bones of coral crushed up into summer romance and towels on the car seats, poured out at the door before you are allowed inside, time slipping, from bone to sand to glass and back again to sand that blows away between your fingers.
“There is this book I always think about when I’m in my most philosophical moments. It talks about a fiery love that withstands time, sands and deserts, oceans and a thousand years in a thousand different bodies. It also reminds me of the infinite goodness of the human soul. It reminds me of your mother.”
“Dad, not again.”
“There is this book I always think about when I’m in my most philosophical moments. It talks about a fiery love that withstands time, sands and deserts, oceans and a thousand years in a thousand different bodies. It also reminds me of the infinite goodness of the human soul. It reminds me of your mother.”
“Dad, not again.”
She let the sand run through her fingers. It was comforting but also made her think about the passing of time, like in an hour glass. She wondered if she could tip it over so she would have more time and then turn it over again and again so she would be immortal.