Dust

Dust

The endlessness of “love”. Hearts drawn in the sand at the beach. They will all be erased by the salty tears of the ocean, but earth remembers our fingerprints of dust; it will never betray or drown our past.

Water resets the rusty canvas, and new hearts will be drawn in the same sand once more. The shorelines are visited by a brand new couple whose hearts are still supple.

While ours turn cold, as our souls head back into the great mold, through a spiritual blender, they are labeled, revamped, and returned to sender.

We head back to where we came from, destined to make the same mistakes until we let go of the ocean. Forget about drawing hearts. Forget about the sand at the beach; it is merely dust.

We must learn to hear love with our eyes closed. Trust. Trust. Trust. Let go of lust; it’s merely dust, and we’ll finally live right after we die above the waters in the sky. God, if you will, and you and I.