my body is a pastttime-my mind is a simple joy

there was a time when I could still feel your fingerprints running through my skin
now the wind blows fast and my face seems to recognise a glimpse of doubt in your eyes
however its direction changes quickly and I don't get a chance ...
this is it, time goes walking, running, flying, it escapes from both of us.

like a fistful of sand (the bravery)