Sometimes in the quiet moments, when the earth is still and only the soft whispers of the night echo in my ears, pictures of my life pass by my eyes. Moments so sweet that I can still taste them on my tongue, flicker across my mind; flashes of nights filled with tears, harden in my heart, the good and the bad, the light and the dark, the happy and the sad. I watch the night move past me, moon hanging in the star-streaked sky, threatening clouds weening and waning. A giant expanding universe lays out above me, filled with volumes of things more massive than I could ever imagine.
Yet here I am, a tiny, minuscule grain of sand in a sea of multitudes. Each speck of sand has its own hardships, its own fears and dreams, joys and hopes, abounding together to form a foundation of life. But all I can feel is my own heart burning. All I want is the fulfillment of my own desires, my own dreams.
I am yet but one tiny grain of sand, with a soul that yearns to conquer the ocean.