No New Starts, No Time

I am tired of time. I am constantly running from it, to it, with it.

How about always? Or whenever? Or never? No idea of then or back when...

Nothing to compare myself to, nothing to look forward to.



Just a constant now.

If only. If only.

But it doesn't stop, if anything it just seems to quicken. So its up to me to slow it down.
To feel my toes on the cold kitchen floor.
To see my dogs smiling face when she runs at me.
Be happy with where I am but keep on striding forward.

On and on and on.

Tick, tock...

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