Chapter 2 - Memories

Remember when we were young and built sand castles on the beach? The waves would soon come up, and we'd frantically try to stop them? The truth is, you'd be the one building the castles, and I was the one scared of them going away. You couldn't care less, truth be told. I tried sometimes, you know? To be like you. I'd grab the sand and put it down. But, the sand would trickle out of my palm. Before I knew it, you already finished the castle. My only job was to serve as the hour glass and watch the grains trickle from my grasp. I wanted to be like you. Someone who could always make their dreams into reality. My job just seemed to be the reason why the words reality and dream were different in the first place. Then the waves would come; the castles were washed away. My palms wet with sea salt, and you were there with more friends who were building more sand castles.