Collecting sea shells

it's almost like collecting shells and putting in a basket with a huge hole underneath it.

well, that's me.

i've been collecting shells from a forbidden beach and putting it in my ragged old basket. that basket was all worn out and was already broken. i would throw every shell that i picked up from the sandy beach into that ugly basket and eventually as the basket is almost full, the shells would slowly fall down through the hole; emptying the basket agin and again. i cried with every shell that went down the hole and back onto the sandy beach, but that doesn't stop me.

and you would ask, what was i thinking still walking on that beach collecting shells that would never fill the basket.

and my answer would be because i treasure the beauty of the shells and i would still want to keep picking and collecting them despite knowing that i would still lose them one day.

and that is how i treasure our friendship

~najwa