but love is

in a series of moments the world is washed away,
the sand no longer floats beside the beach,
the waves crash upon the grains like there is no end,
and in the sky the clouds are captured,
swallowed into the endless, enormous expanse.
there is hope however,
hope in a world that can change,
in people that can change.
hope in a confession,
hope in a chance to kiss those we love endlessly,
hope in finding love for the first time and holding onto it.
the world is not endless, life is not endless,
but love can be.
love can be that tiny grain of sand that stays forever,
never being washed away no matter how strong the waves get,
or how endless the storm rages on.
love is that tiny fragment of cloud as the rest of them are gone,
that tiny moment in the sky, in the cloudless air
that can hold on to everything and nothing and in between.

the world is not endless,
niether is life,
but love is.