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November 13, 2006

Clutching at sand

Don’t you feel sometimes like you are clutching at sand? Every relationship around you stays only a while like a visiting guest. When even you yourself change with every passing moment, what do you hold on to? Is there anything that stays?

Little box

Everyone has a little box of secret treasuresOf desires, hurt, hopesUnashamed joyUnspeakable despairMoments and memories and dreamsThat never cease to collectAnd sometimes, through the mechanics of daily lifeWe find time to open this boxAnd wonder at what lies within