sand

four minutes have passed by
numbly
staring at the bathroom ceiling
the water of the tub
lukewarm

four months have passed by
blindly
eyes fixed on screens and pages
the place I live unchanging
but for the fluctuating piles
of cups and clothes

four years have passed me by
quietly
there should have been more
more yelling
more laughter
more passion

life feels like it’s slipping through my fingers
as my blanketed mind watches
wordlessly

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