the water.
while sitting in the deepest parts of my cavern, I can hear every single grain of sand slide to the bottom of the hourglass. where does the time go once it becomes the past?
I had a dream where I am walking down a dirt road in the middle of a secluded town. it is near nowhere in particular and there is nothing extraordinary about it. there are maple trees providing shade and a cool breeze. I walk for days and days, but reach no destination. I watch families eating dinner outside and children ride their bikes beside me until it is time for them to return home. the sky is red and the ground is red and the buildings are covered in green and the porches are white and I have returned home.
exhaustion has taken over every vessel and nerve in my body. my mind moves too quickly and my fingers can’t keep up. something is weighing down upon me. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but it keeps me still. I sit in my cavern and watch the time go by.
fluidity is refreshing, calming. but the water is still and the rivers are stopping to watch.
