months ago..the quicksand.. which i so happily found myself in, was warm, new and exciting.. then it started sinking away.. leaving me trapped in an hour glass of its own unique design.. i saw a refracted image of the world.. everything was tinted.. the last few grains of sand.. scraped through.. scratching the glass as i freed them from my shaky hands.. i couldnt hold on to them forever.. were it not for fate, i may have broken the glass.. yet those from above surely enjoy the irony of my existence.. seconds before impact...seconds before the final hour.. fortuna (the sneaky hog that she is) flipped the glass....and a waterfall of sand shocked me from above.. im losing vision of that refracted world.. my feet are starting to feel heavy.. lets build sandcastles like we used to?!