Drops of Light

Time

Time is what is running while you sit still.

Time is what is being eaten while you wait for your food, starving.

Time is what flies by when you're sleeping, grounded.

Time is what slips through your hands like sand, and with each second ticking, you become more desperate by the minute, more agitated by the hour, more frustrated by the day, and more tired by the week, by the month, by the year.

Time is what passes while you seem to stay.

After it's gone is when you realize you're not quite the same as you were just a second, minute, hour, day, week, month or year ago.

You've changed.
For the better or worse- is your decision to make.

But that's what time is, if you ever wondered.