Sandcastles

storms flow out from my fingertipsin the form of emotions disguised as poetrybear with me, please a misc of emotions i am struggling to let go of from the stages of my life from ages 14 to 16. feelings disguised as words in certain arrangements only to make them easier to reflect upon. each page has been smeared with the events that have caused seismic waves in my mind to truly understand how everything falls. as i walk upon a string of constant change, i nonchalantly collect these grains of sand in my palms to build grand castles in honour of my past, in hopes of reliving certain memories.