Scattered along shimmering coast lines, drowned by an ocean, even on a playground, a grain of sand is such an inconspicuous and lost object. It lacks diversity and has been swallowed up into the masses. Uniqueness? There is none.
A grain of sand can't exist on it's own, for then how would we describe a grain? Forgotten by time and buried within Earth's Era, a single grain of sand doesn't have meaning, yet it can be used to track time.
Am I like a grain of sand? Have I been forgotten and lost within a mass? Where has my uniqueness gone, wasn't I different? Who am I without my family, without my name?
The coast missing a grain of sand is still a beach, the world without me is unchanged. What is my purpose if my existence has no meaning?
An hourglass lacking a grain loses its power. Where is my hourglass? Where do I matter?