You see time as endless years to years to decades a future worth slowing down for savoring every moment. For me my time is already past its end. My life was not suppose to be this long. I know by the way my bones ache, my mind begs me for sleep. The way my ears refused to hear my eyes blurry and disoriented. The way my mind is already slipping forgetting the most important details. You ask what I want in the future, you look for a response worth years. A child, marriage, a house, old on a porch happy together. My future will only allow me to see the upcoming week. My plans for the future is to live, there is nothing else I can think of. My end is around the corner and I'm trying to savor every moment. I beg to see you aging hands reaching out for comfort. You tell me it's only been a week but what is a week to someone already living past their expiration. Would you want milk a week after it has spoiled, would you ask for the steak you wanted so badly last week if it had decayed since then. Would you still love me if you knew I'd be dead soon. My time is already done what is there left to wait for.
