Glass is made from sand, where the lives of one of us have walked on.  Those who have never left marks, are the ones who have never went in to the water.  The marks in the sand are memories, of all the times we have face.  The longer they last, the more wet your feet have been.  Where you have encounter and witness the rational before your ordeals in life.  Some people may live in glass houses, where the house are just a moment away from shattering.

When the tide brings the water to the shore, does your marks evaporate?  Or are they just washed away?  There is a common ground that some of the sand is brought back into the waters and stays on shore.   Until another person walks by,  and leaves their marks.  Sometimes, there is only one footprint, due to the fact, a person has stepped into the water and also the sand.  How long will a person see, the other footprint, usually until the tide goes back into the water.

The marks that we all encounter, are sometimes how we must all accept things.  It is how we walk through the water and the sand.  Either we don’t have wet marks, the marks are washed away, is there only one mark, or will new marks be left behind?  It is without no doubt, that I have left marks, simply for a call of help to be traced, where those marks will exhibit what they have been used for.  Which was one purpose, to be leave a mark.  Where she will walk with me, leaving new marks.