Roses Don't Grow in the Fall.

In the middle of a vast and endless desert stands a boy all alone except for the tiny grains of sand wrapped around his feet. The boy bends over and scoops up a handful of sand. This makes the boy very happy, but not for long. As time moves on, the sand is slowly falling through the cracks between his fingers. He can do nothing but watch. With a saddened look on his face, the last grain of sand fall back to the ground where it was originally picked up. This boy continues to pick up the sand hoping it will stay there, but it falls right back through to the ground where it was once picked up. ...

Currently, this is how I feel, and I don't know how this story will end. In the future, I will be able to finish it.