naathaliie

Små partiklar gör mig till mig, som sand gör en strand.

Small particles are building me up,
making me,
like sand on a beach.


I feel like a sand castle,
so fragile as they can be,
made of an idea,
a vision,
a dream...


If the wind starts blowing,
will you be there protecting me,
watching my back?
If it starts raining,
will you be there ,
making me strong?


In the middle of the storm,
will you support me?

/nat 23-05-2008