hourglass
the sand
slips through
old and scarred fingers
as i beat
my tired hands
against the glass
that encases me
and i look up
to feel
more coarse grains
falling
brushing
against my face
soon the sand will
cover me
and i will not breathe.
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crushing
crushed by time, time running out good illustration. raskin
thanks you, raskin...
It's a little dark for one of my writes, but i've been a little under the weather for the last coupla days, so it kinda fits. I hope I feel better soon.
I hate being sick.
Take care,
Mark
Drink lots of fluids
rest and get well. Tis the season. raskin
yes...tis is the season...
Thank you for your motherly advice...I'll do that!
Take care,
Mark
time
Really does move fast doesn't it? This one kinda has a Raskin sort of vibe to it, and I like that.