Dust

I feel the sunlight through the window. It shines upon the dust. Oh! How I wish to grasp the dust. Yet it is impossible. They stream through my fingers. The dust... The memories... I try to think; nothing comes. Oh! How I wish... how I wish, to return to a simpler life. When the world I viewed. Full of Innocence and Youth, and yet, "The wind has risen... we must try to live."