Grains of Sand:

[almostalive]

Are you so angry-
when the sand steals your words?
When it-
falls
...through your fingers?
Isn't it so
inconvenient-
when it-
washes you away?
Just
keep-
[keeping]
Your words from me.
You dont know,
I know-
That soon-
You'll have
Nothing. left. to say.
Your silence-
is what keeps you alive.
Inhale, Love.
Save your breath,
because...
It's mine.