Tick.....

Day by day the hours slide from waking to what we call real. Days crawl too quickly towards deadlines. Each moment starts to carry with it greater value, an implication and measure for not only who you are but what you are to become. Meals become missions, a quest to keep you alive. Soon the mirror becomes an enemy, so much undone is written on the face. Dreams, desires and the sense of self bend beneath the passing tides. I would tell you more of this story but my watch is screaming at me with every passing second. Maybe we may speak again