[D I R T]

sometimes you just have to let go
you’re holding onto something that
has been turned to dust so long ago
threatening to spill onto the floor

a hand full of dust and a heart full of sorrow
you can’t believe that this isn’t a flame anymore
why would it change? what for?
life is just unfair sometimes

you’re standing there mourning a hand full of dust
and you know you have to let the wind
carry it away eventually
but you don’t want it to. you really don’t.

let the days pass by, let them come and go
but you can’t do anything. you’re busy holding a hand full of dirt
that you still think is valuable
but even the most beautiful vase in the world
was a pile of sand to begin with
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