The days pass and mix with each other like specks of sand in a sand castle,
only to be washed away by the waves and start renewed.
Leaving just a small lump behind, defeated, but existent.
Proving that it once happened. but now just left in our memories.
How we long for better days where the fear of death of loved ones is not as imminent
and proper condolences can be made.
How something so small has made the world stand still,
invisible to the eye yet so powerful.
It makes you stop and wonder where the power really lies.