Little by little Quote by Pamela Sparkman

““In a hushed voice, Beth said, “I’m nothing but a pile of sand.” I stole another glance at her and tightened my grip on the steering wheel. “What do you mean?” Beth gazed out the passenger window while the sounds of our breaths filled the space between us. “I imagine myself as a sandcastle sometimes. Like, instead of being a pile of sand, I’ve been transformed into this beautiful thing. There I am, out on display for anyone walking by to stop and stare, maybe even admire, with the sun beating down on me, making me feel warm and comforted. And when I’m in that moment, I feel good. Really good.” Beth paused briefly, licked her lips, and continued to fidget with her hands. “Then the sun begins to set, casting shadows on me. People leave and the darkness creeps in, wrapping me in the feeling of nothingness. I feel the tide inching closer and closer seeking to destroy me. Little by little the waves begin to lap at my castle walls, taunting me as they slowly consume me. When the tide comes in, it washes away everything I had become until I’m right back where I started… a pile of sand.””

— Pamela Sparkman