(Untitled)

[mbents]

minutes, hours, seconds. Easily broken into pieces, yet flowing together and past so quickly. Time rushes past, I swim through it, caught in the undertow. Do you feel it? It passes me by. Can I grab it? Can we share it? The mundane details of life take so much and yield so little. The joys of moments are quickly grasped, savored. Too soon

Comments

[ground_pilot]

dude has it bad...

[mbents]

if you think that is a love poem, it ain't, just a reflection.