To make a choice ....

 It was  the sound of waves crashing on the sand castle ,where moments ago ,a crappily made yet kinda of majectic castle stood ,a flag on top ... leaving behind nothing but smoothness as it descends back to the sea ,the flag ,regal on the castle tower ,looking nothing but a pathetic victim in it's grasp ..... to be lost forever in it's depth ..        

    It doesn't stop her ,her hair a mess around her face ,a smile lighting up her face ....fingers buried deep in the sand  ,her lips murmuring a story '' once upon a time there lived a princess ,in a faraway land ,locked up in a castle ..." her hands busy building up her castle , only for the waves to wash it away 

Once again .... over and over ...    she does it !                                        

  The naïveté or the innocence,truly such a thin line ,it could almost be the same thing 

To dream of our own version of a castle ,to build it over and over again ,to never realize ,that it's never going to be a stone fortress that can survive the struggle ,to never accept is truly either naivety or such pure innocence it's almost surreal.