Friday, January 13, 2017

The cold cuts by inches and life by miles. Time runs through glasses grain by grain and you can't stop a single one. They just get faster. They go faster. Everything slips and slides through your fingers. It just goes away. It all runs down. Runs into that chamber you can't reach. You try to hold onto one thing. Try to hold on to one minute or second and it's gone.

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