I have a tenuous relationship with time.
I value it.
I do everything I can to create more of it.
Yet… No matter what I do, I never have enough.
As much as I try to be aware… To hold onto it… Still, I’ve lost too much.
Each minute a tiny granule of sand slipping through my fingers to lie unnoticed & irretrievable on the ground.
I’ve become ensnared in a struggle. Caught in a divide. With either myself or time as the enemy.
I’m in a battle for my life.