Once again, facing the empty shell of my posting box, I retreat to the embrace of the past and find this - a piece of something larger I wrote a year or so ago:
It did not matter, the circumstance behind my choices. I made them and they can not be undone. While I might be able to hold you when you are solid, I lose you when you melt; the entirety of your form dissolves away and evaporates from my skin. I could no sooner hold you than free myself from your sand. You are the wind; you surround me, but are unattainable.