"I stand amid the roarOf a surf-tormented shore,And I hold within my handGrains of the golden sand --How few! yet how they creepThrough my fingers to the deep,While I weep -- while I weep!O God! can I not graspThem with a tighter clasp?O God! can I not saveOne from the pitiless wave?Is all that we see or seemBut a dream within a dream?"
this is the second verse of a poem by edgar allan poe, in the journal section, it said to express myself, i guess this expresses how i feel now somehow