2003-07-03 - 8:48 a.m.

I wrote this in the 7th grade. I was rummaging through a bunch of old crap that I keep.

SHAPELESS

"Beautiful!"

That was the first word I said to myself the very moment I was "born".

You see, I am a sandcastle.

I've never had a life before in which to see all the wonderful creations of the world.

Sand does not breathe life,

But when built to make one solitary being, we live.

Now, I'm being washed away by the shore;

So close to finding the answers that lye behind me.

I'm dying.

It's starting to hurt more and more.

For every splash, a part of me is being taken.

The world is still beautiful though.

I love it.

"Ouch!"

That was another wave.

My drawbridge is gone now.

I shall miss it.

With it I could see some of the trees from a nearby park.

I'd imagine, were I to walk, what I might have to share under them.

An hour has passed.

The sun is now setting, and I fear that I will be gone too soon to be able to see the moon rise.

Most of me is already gone. Alone, stands my right tower, with its boastful moat.

I am growing weaker.

I feel sick and sorry that the one who created me must watch me go.

All that will remain of me will be my memories.

I hope they will last.

"Good bye" to the world I hardly knew.

Perhaps I shall see you again, another day when the sun is hot.

"Good bye"

"I love you"

"Bye"

"Love"

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