The world is filled with sand of lost tomorrow.

We are all sand on a beach around the world washing in and out with the movement of water from the moon. Seeing the power of gravity pushing and pulling us through time as if we are standing still. The beauty of stars gazing down upon us like a looking glass. The fears of the unknown, space time filling us all with expectations of beauty. Watching the clock ticks bye preparing ourselves for something special. These are the questions that are riddled within my soul that is breaking through.

By Stefan Neff