“My feelings for you...are like the stillness of the sand...they make no sound...as they're washed away.”
“Sometimes the waves come and wash away the sand so we can see the rock that make us stumble.”
“The rain sounded like it was washing the whole world away.”
“Nothing like poetry when you lie awake at night. It keeps the old brain limber. It washes away the mud and sand that keeps on blocking up the bends.Like waves to make the pebbles dance on my old floors. And turn them into rubies and jacinths; or at any rate, good imitations.”
“You feel control drain away like sand falling from your fingertips. You can't hold onto it. It's gone. And so are you.”
“Sounds buzz around me, and I'm sure the painted dragonflies have come loose from the frieze on our walls to flap their wings in my ears, making my skin prickle and crawl as tides of sickness wash me away.”