Life is a one-ended hourglass
Every grain through the neck-
a moment,
a memory,
a feeling,
a sensation.
As I watch each one fall,
I see them transform into little pieces of me—
each grain a shard of my soul,
slipping through the bulbs narrow eye—
......
Life is a one-ended hourglass
Every grain through the neck-
a moment,
a memory,
a feeling,
a sensation.
As I watch each one fall,
I see them transform into little pieces of me—
each grain a shard of my soul,
slipping through the bulbs narrow eye—
......