I will be leaving ealier than expected...
With only memories brought with me
and left behind...
Memories grand and beautiful...
Just like a sandcastle on the shore...
Every single grain of sand holding it up...
Every small remnant of memory making up the overall pleasant feel
Nostalgia...
Yet, now its abandoned...
Secluded...
Which is apparently why it is a memory.

It isn't reality...
It's isolated in the individual's mind....
Memories fade, no matter how much we don't want them too.
The sandcastle, once grand...Slowly crumbling....
Under the constant, forceful rush of angry waves
Strong winds grazing past it...
Breaking it down grain by grain....

From sand it became a castle...
Back to sand it will be again...
Memories will cease to exist...