I feel as though my hands are full of sand, their tan grains slipping through my fingers. I can feel the roughness as I try to tighten my grip, trying to hold onto them and not let them escape. They push through anyway. And though I know that they do not pass through any quicker than they did a few months ago, it feels like they are rushing through. And all I can do is watch. I cannot stop the flow of sand.
Take care - Me
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