Jul 15, 2018
I’m running out of time. What needs to be done is a mystery without an answer, but it has a solution nonetheless. I can’t face my own fading eyes in the mirror as the agonising question arises; how do I do it? This unknown task. This desire is a void that widens beneath me, and I am falling in.
Down.
Down.
Down.
And I’m plummeting so fast to the frightening destination. There is no time to prepare. No time to leave at least a scratch on the ground that will remind those who wander past of my small, significant moment. That’s all I need; a moment. But time is only foe, and it’s glare a threat to my potential. If infinity could lend me a moment... but it’s run out of time.
- butterflytheonly