Sands of Time

I tried looking for the things I’d lost in the sands of time. The footprints of people who walked through. The pieces of me that got chipped weathering battleships. I looked and I looked. But everything had been erased during sandstorms. Everything blended in the white sands, as I realized the pieces and the footprints don’t matter. Sandcastles don’t last long. What last are the memories. Keep making sandcastles though. Because hope is a beautiful thing.

(Pictures shot at Varca beach, Goa;
By the lovely Ila Johari)

Beach coverup – Koovs.
Sunglasses – Forever 21.

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