time is the most terrifying thing we all have short of
and it is always running
time is always so fast fast fast
faster than anything else
you forget sound and light and black holes, time is fear embodied and i cannot catch up
and while the earth so strongly revolves and the great sun rises every morning and the flowers poetically bloom every spring,
i find myself shaking like the mulberry trees when it is summer to collect the green sweet fruit
and my eyes squinting as if my sister has opened the lights after my eyes have gotten too used to the dark
i am afraid because
time is too quick for me and while it seems everyone else has somehow caught a loose thread, a runaway piece, a way to hold on
my hands scramble at earth, dirt under my nails and tears dripping from my chin and i let a strangled cry and i scream but time is deaf to my pleads
time is too ahead and it does not care anyway
the only thing that catches up to time is the realization that i am far too behind
