One sentence, written as true as you know it,
An understanding conveyed as sincerely as you feel it...
The sand flows through my fingers,
And the water droplet sticks on to my skin,
Fleeting thoughts and impressions seep in slowly...
My writing awakens me from within.
I am not what I used to be before this word was written,
I create, I search, I struggle to live, constantly changing,
Time and 'I' lose its meaning, my words remain and return.