sand Toxic_Kisses Sometimes I kinda feel like sand when I’m slipping through your fingers, and pouring from the sides of your hands. When it’s heavy with flight in the wind or cool and impressionable between my toes and maybe on a sun filled day, every grain might even out the lines of your soul. Sometimes I kinda feel like sand when I’m one foot in two directions, like between water and land, or, heaven and earth... southwest and northwest, or, living yet dying. Like sand... a link to a life you didn't really notice, till the wind picked up, and thrust it in your eyes. And I feel like every falling grain is a fading day. And I like sand, leave in you only dry memories in residues of dust... when I slipped through your fingers, and fell from the sides of your hands. sometimes... I kinda feel like sand. 020326 ... Donovan First there is a Mountain Then there is no Mountain Then there is 020423 what's it to you? who go blather from