Thursday, May 27, 2010


Sometimes as I sit in the quiet, I can hear the clock ticking. Time is passing. Tick, one second, tock, and another. Time past went to fast. Time future stretches out before me shrouded in mist. Time present seems suspended and waiting for something. Each tick asks a question that I don't have the answer to. Each tock demands from me something that I don't think I have anymore. It is it is in tune to the beating of my heart. With each beat a little more of life has passed. It trickles through my fingers like grains of sand leaving my hands empty except for a little bit of dust. When I grab for another handful, the same thing happens.


Shanel said...

I think we may be thinking just a little bit alike. I wrote something similiar this morning. Time just goes wayyy too fast and it sucks to not have any control over it sometimes.

The Invisible Mo said...

Hmmm...I know I left a comment here. Must have forgotten to hit post.
But I do remember the captcha was