Life is like wet sand on the shore. On the surface everything looks solid, held together, minor defects, but one stab into the surface causes a leak.
The leak continues until something washes over and makes the surface whole again.
Waves of life enter and then release back into existence, issues from left and right, but everything can still seem solid on the surface.
Wind breaks, fog in the distant scenery, but the only sound that reaches the eardrum is the crisp air deflecting off the waves.
Alone yet surrounded. Peace during chaos. Hold strong to keep from breaking.
The solidity of the surface is only an appearance to the natural eye
But the moments of life still remain penetrable
Soul Rebel Thoughts 