Passing Time

When your time finally came, there was no moment of holy knowing. There was just your heart and the way it drummed softly against your chest. There was just your shallow breath, and the way it leaked from between your lips. There was just your empty hand curled around itself, holding on to so much, and so little. There was just time, and the way it moved so achingly slow. Just time, and the way it moved so incredibly fast.


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