days on end.

i sit and i watch the hourglass empty itself, into itself. 

and all the granules of iridescent sand that get left behind. what do they mean, in the scheme of time. that invisible, irreversible, inconceivable idea that we feel and can do something nothing about.

yes, my fingers reached for something. but i knew better. spelling out nothing, with something. blame my heart, go on

so i turn the hourglass on its side. and for just a fraction of it, i seem to have stopped time.

i take a moment. sit and breathe. let my eyes blur over. day dream. stare at nothing. think of everything. and when i don’t find you there, i tip it right side up again and watch it empty itself.

into itself.

a perfect stream of sand, of time running free.


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