i meant to write something meaningful to you, but in the last second i lost it.
time is so precious in that things so quickly change. age- within seconds, ideas flip, shift and disappear. though most the words in my mind appear in rhythm, as in a haiku or a verse, mostly they never see life. when they sometimes do, they dissolve like the usual worries of future that only return too soon in other forms.
there is something reassuring in that.
you are the best for believing in something so fragile, as most only want to have something solid in their hands- maybe at best, yearning for the feeling of the sand sifting through their fingers, but never the emptiness that follows. you know that that is after all, a part of it.
as the sea beckons.