• floating on a cloud of sand. I wonder if I even could see love I walk all over in the hour glass of time. Digging for love, clawing for time, I slowly die. In the sand growing darker and darker, wonder if I ever find who love is all way there.
    As I am coverd in sand the sand crushes me.
    slowly I found I was not loved, then I felt a tug on my life as my body died I goust found a angle.