Enough

If I close my eyes, I can feel it. It’s there. Every grain of sand, every moment it represents. I feel it trickle through me. My heart aches. My pulse races. All I can do. All I’ve ever been able to do, is open up and take it in. Pour my soul into everything I do. I can’t ignore it and I can’t hide it and I can’t run from it. There is nothing to fight for or with. The only thing to do is be grateful. I wish my mind could keep up with the things my heart knows. And I hope that knowing is enough.