Ends

A day comes and goes too quickly. Promising to sit still, you end up rushing despite yourself and there’s never a moment to catch up with your own idea. Is it like this every year? you wonder, but memory is fickle. Walking through moments, it’s hard to know which one felt the most like a miracle, and still all you see ahead is Dark.

Set the alarm clock for well before dawn. Wonder if you’ll ever feel like it isn’t all simply slipping through your fingers.