the hourglass.
no, not the desired figure - the clock.
the timer.
tick, tick, tick, ding!
oh look, you're out of time.
none of that.
it's the silent bits of sand gradually making their way from one side to the other until... poof!
no more sand left.
it's the clock that holds the most accurate representation of life,
one without a warning before it's over.
one that seems to go by slowly,
but somehow if you blink,
you miss all the sand travelling.
my point in describing this inanimate object to you,
is for you to realize how valuable time is.
how quickly time passes,
and how limited our time is here.
how we should not dare waste such a precious thing,
for we could run out of time at any given moment.
scared now?
don't be scared,
be smart.
learn to handle time to your advantage,
and you won't worry so much when it runs out.
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dispositional tendencies
Poetrya collection of writing and poetry i wrote about things that i can't always say out loud. i hope you enjoy this and can find comfort in knowing others feel the same as you and that you are not alone :)
