Time in Sand

Constant movement, never seems to pause. Time never stops - no time to look back. I'm caught in the middle of it all. Watching as it all rushes past in a flash of vibrant colors. I breath and it's tomorrow. I yawn and it's next week. Never seeming to find the time to freeze. Freeze the moment and capture it for all eternity. Yet the moment flee's and I'm left with nothing but a light drift of air lacing through my fingers. The air is dry and void of life. No memories left in this air, not even a laugh. And here I am, out in the middle of nowhere. Not remembering how I got here or why I came. I'm left alone for the skin on my lip to turn white and crack. I want to try and find my way out, but each step I take seems to age me by years. If I stand in one spot, one square foot, I won't age. I'll stay the same, sheltered from the brutal whips of sand infused wind. And so I stay in my spot, silent and un-moving. not daring to learn what a step to the west or east will do to me. I stay and I wait. I wait so long that I forget I can't move and I take a step. A wrinkle is added to the corner of my mouth yet an emotion inside swirls with hope. I take another and add another line to my cheek. exhilarated I begin to feel excitement, love, and the strangest of all - youth, with every step I take. I walk and walk until my form begins to shrink and my hair transcends into thin snow. I step until my bent back wobbles with my shaky legs. I move until my knees buckle and I sink into the lush grass. I look into the blue sky above and I smile. I smile until it is my last. Until my bones turn to dust and I'm left behind as a square foot of sand.

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