Today, 11 April 2026
It feels as though
we have only just stepped out of Christmas,
barely set down Easter,
and already the year leans forward
a quarter spent,
as if time has been slipping quietly past us
while we were looking elsewhere.
There was a time
when a day felt wide,
long
when its hours opened like fields,
and I could walk through them slowly,
touching everything.
Now it folds in on itself.
Life is like a roll of toilet paper.
The closer you get to the end,
The faster it seems to go.
Apr 10
Apr 10, 2026 at 8:10 PM UTC
Today, 11 April 2026
It feels as though
we have only just stepped out of Christmas,
barely set down Easter,
and already the year leans forward
a quarter spent,
as if time has been slipping quietly past us
while we were looking elsewhere.
There was a time
when a day felt wide,
long
when its hours opened like fields,
and I could walk through them slowly,
touching everything.
Now it folds in on itself.
Life is like a roll of toilet paper.
The closer you get to the end,
The faster it seems to go.
