Days of salt

Each moment has its intense flavour
And the days flow like grains of salt
In my hourglass.
I grab them and print then with fire
in my baby memory
Before letting them fall,
Curious of what might come next.

Story hourglass

Even when you are not watching
The story is formed.
Senseless moments
That seem distracting
As a grain to your hourglass.
Bigger and smaller lessons
Are taught when you are not listening
Our shown by the behaviour
Of that streams guy walking by.
All the grains are stored together
But gave their value
When spent alone.