I read all your works star, though I do not comment because I do not value complement that much, because it doesn't help to view our flaws and helps them us remain blindsided to them.

Your painting is spot on.
But people do not learn to write on the sand. Whoever could writes, also could write on the sand.
It is highly spiritual child who feels safe being wiped by the waves Instead of be carved on the stone.

The after taste of this poem is delightful.

I couldn't help but feel like a child reading this, wanting shelter, wanting a sense of security. It left me with a sadness, like when children aren't heard, or feel that they can't speak up because they will be punished for simply voicing their feelings. I saw trauma in this, someone needing to keep everything safe and hidden so others won't take advantage of them, or use their thoughts and feelings to manipulate them. Maybe there's a comfort too, in knowing things aren't always permanent. That writing in the sand can validate what's going on inside of you, like the waves will keep your secret, and you can find temporary relief in this, in the symbolism of it being washed away. A new slate. There have definitely been times when I was younger where I bottled everything up and, when I finally voiced how I felt, it was pure anger. I didn't know how to draw it back in or process it, because that hurt had just turned into bitterness and it became incredibly hard for me to explain WHY I felt how I did. I kept thinking of that in the back of my mind while reading this, like not being able to communicate, for countless reasons, and the fear in making something permanent and having that affect others. We try to work through it ourselves, and perhaps we write in the sand because we are scared of what we have to say, the weight of it, our own truths we want to deny.

Really loving these shorter pieces from you!