is like a harsh rushing wind. we are standing in the open atmosphere while the howling wind of time is ripping us apart, coursing around our being.
we kneel down amidst this storm and hold the face of our child in our hand for a brief moment watching them grow knowing they too will be gone.
at the sun. i am moving very fast. the sun is following me. im here now in the moment, writing this as it happens. it’s following me as i move through space. i tell you. taunting me with its will.
i want more time in the day. i still stare. the radiation searing through my cornea. how do i…