Imagine a sandglassTurned upside downYou know time is slippingBut by how much now?
Here it is, the time. How long will this minute last? Hah. Still going. Almost seems forever…gone. That wasn’t even a…
Every day, I contemplate how not to waste time.
Some days, I don’t want to keep going.
Most days, I look forward to eating a piece of dessert.
I could sense her stiffen the first time I touched her hand. Clumsy movement on my part — but I kept going — unable to…
Or is it just solitude…
Silence in a storm.