For me, future me, and my mama.

Shifting Sandcastles.

In Thoughts. on June 24, 2013 at 1:28 am
Little Malia playing in the sand
Little Malia building castles with her hands
Fill, pack, turn, pat
Remove the bucket and voila
Not so little wave rushing up to the shore
Not so little wave crushing all she worked for
Build, break, rush, flood
Surround the castle til it’s gone
 
Little Malia playing in the sand
Little Malia building castles with her hands
Fill, pack, turn, pat
Remove the bucket and voila
Not so little wave rushing up to the shore
Not so little wave crushing all she worked for
Build, break, rush, flood
Surround the castle til it’s gone
 
Little Malia playing in the sand
Little Malia building castles with her hands
Not so little wave probably on its way
Little Malia continuing to build and obey
 
For perhaps, building castles is not the end goal…just a thought, but rather building character within the soul is what it’s all about.
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I don’t know why everything happens in my life the way that it does.  Be it too many hobbies or states or circles, I feel, that have been drawn too big for me, I’ve become rather acquainted with ground zero lately.   And at this moment, I’m frustrated.  Very frustrated.

Still in a time when the unfamiliar has become my familiar, when the chaos has become my norm, and when the realization and reality of not knowing anything is what I have come to know best, I dig my hands into the sand once again ready to build.  And I build.

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Dear God,

Just say, “When…”

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