starting somewhere...
the cursor blinks at the end of each word, reminding me that my time is continually running out. every second wasted is a second spent and paid for.
backspacing over things not quite what i'm meaning. erasing mistakes made by my fingers speaking with a mind of their own. consistent truth... i have nothing truly important to say, yet i have everything to say all at the same time. a plethora of gathered knowledge, some found on gum pressed sidewalks as homeless men beg for soda, others picked up in a pristine church with polished lobbies begging for something... anything... to scratch the surface. glazed footprints from a funeral, and savored heels from a wedding. the beginning is the end. at the same time that i'm breathing, someone exhales once more. Rest in Peace.
moment of silence...
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time can never be replaced-- there is no substitute.
time is all we have.
time is all that we're wasting away.
