We cannot wait for time to pass us by. We want each day to be over, the weekend to arrive faster, the summer to be sooner than it really ever is.
Yet somewhere, someone is holding on to the last minutes. They're grasping and clutching to the seconds, wanting and needing more time. They may be desperately grappling onto time and onto each moment as it comes and escapes their clutches so suddenly. Memories of what was and thoughts of what could've been may very well be their only lifelines.
And yet here we are, wasting away precious minutes, hours, days, months, fooled into believing that there is more promise in the future than the present holds. But one way or another, we will all someday become the one grappling onto the time as it slips away, through the fingers of our own cold hands or away from the lifeless grasp of our loved ones.
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PoetryThis is a collection of poetry and prose about stars, love and the like. It is a glimpse inside my mind and a full view of my soul. My thoughts are like celestial dust: quite useless on their own, but once they come together, create a star that give...
